Just Jane 003


A semi-regular series in which I share a fact or three about myself.

I come in pretty handy in any situation where knowing lots of trivial facts will be an advantage. This is mostly just pub quizzes or quiz nights, though if you need someone to obnoxiously shout answers at the television during a quiz show, I’m your girl. I know that this is true of many, many people, so it’s kind of annoying, but I just have a head full of facts. I wouldn’t call it useless information, as such, because let’s face it, most information is useful and will come in handy at some point or another, but I do think it’s important to note that what I possess is not necessarily intelligence, it’s more a propensity for retaining information.

I’ve fractured the same wrist twice. The first time, I was 12, and ice skating for the first time. I was on the ice for about ten minutes before I fell, put my hand down to break my fall, and instead, broke my wrist. The second time, I was 34 (and 364 days), and I was roller skating with my friends for a birthday celebration. I fell over, put my hand down to break my fall, and instead, broke my wrist. It turns out that skating is most definitely not for me, and I will never, ever be doing it again.

I spent a semester of my university time abroad, at the University of Connecticut in the USA. It was an experience, and one that I look back on with slightly rose-tinted glasses, but the truth of the matter is that I was miserable for most of my time there, because I was so homesick. This was in 2009 – not a million years ago, but certainly before I had a phone in my pocket that I could use to just say hello to the ones I loved when I fancied. I had to Skype them, which was fine, but not always the most convenient thing, and everyone just felt so far away. I had some amazing experiences while I was there, but there’s no point dressing it up; by around two weeks in, I was already counting the days when I could come home.

Just Jane 002

A semi-regular series in which I share a fact or three about myself.

Me, circa 1984

I’m one of six children; chronologically I come fifth, though intellectually, I’m obviously at the top. (Just kidding, any siblings who might be reading this.) We’re three boys and three girls, and that many siblings mean that I’m an aunt many times over (five nieces, five nephews, a great-niece, two step-nephews, a step-niece, and a step-great-niece). I love being part of a big family, and I can’t imagine it any other way.

I once made the statement: “I never wear lipstick.” (It was swiftly followed by “Sometimes I wear lipstick,” which has gone on to become one of those things that my friends repeat with much hilarity due to how overwhelmingly ridiculous it is.) Pretty much since that day, I’ve found that wearing lipstick is a really good way to lift my confidence. This is not news; it’s been the way of the world for many years, but it took me a while to cotton on. Now, you can usually find at least two lipsticks in any bag I own, and I’ve bought the same MUA colour about sixteen times (without using any up first).

I really like my name. I never, ever find it on personalised things like bookmarks or pencil cases, but I’m mostly OK with that. I like that it’s a bit of an old lady name because it means that I rarely meet people of my own age with the same name. I like that it’s one syllable because it can’t be shortened but it can be lengthened. I’ve been known as Janey and Janus in the past, though mostly now I am just Jane.

Just Jane 001


In trying to come up with some new post ideas, I toyed with the idea of a ‘Facts About Me’ style post. This blog has been on a downward trajectory for a while, because I haven’t had any inspiration about what to write, so I’m trying to get the creative juices flowing, I just want to try writing as much as possible – throw everything at the wall and see what sticks.

Anyway, trying to come up with ten or twenty or fifty facts all at once isn’t easy, so I’ve decided to start a series of sorts, in which I’ll just introduce myself over and over again. We’ll see how well it works, given that I’m notoriously bad at series of any kind on this blog!

I’ve been blogging for something stupid like twelve years, though here on this particular blog for just ten years (my ten year anniversary on this particular blog is approaching this week!). My first blog was at MSN Spaces – remember those? When someone first mentioned Myspace to me, I remember saying confidently, “Oh yeah, I have one of those.” Then I realised that Myspace was a different thing entirely, and immediately got one. I blogged there for a while, before setting up this bad boy, and I’ve stayed here ever since (with a name change in 2012).

I’m 35, with no clear idea how I got to this age, because last time I looked I was 22. My ethos on age is not just that it’s a number, because it’s not. More that we should wear our age like a badge of pride; the alternative to not getting older is one that most people, even those who hate the idea of ageing, wouldn’t want in a million years. I try to pass this on to everyone, but most people are happier to wallow in their “I can’t believe I’m turning xx” feelings.

I’m currently taking part in Veganuary; an initiative that encourages people try going vegan for January, and see where it takes them. Two weeks in, I’m surprised by how easy I’m finding it. I’ve gone from being a meat and dairy eater to cutting everything out, and so far I’ve had no slip ups. Expect a blog post at the end of the month letting you know how I got on.

Blogging life, age and dietary preferences; that’s me in the beginning of a nutshell. See you back here again soon.