A shrine to Kirstie
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An introduction to the goddess herself
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I've known Kirstie for years now, and my mental age still halves when I'm around her. Her eloquent speech, her fascinating insights into life ("I have so much fun with myself!") and her blemish-free love life make her a very amusing person to be around. Maybe I should point out that infectious sarcasm drips from her every word.
Kirstie's always doing something entertaining, whether it's sitting in a tent on her own, battling with a sleeping bag on the Underground or writing obssessive love-mail. No one could possibly call her dull. As long as snail racing was their prime interest.
Her taste in men is highly superficial, and her interest in them stops short of asking their age. If the little minx even talks to them at all... Anyway, enough rudeness about Kirstie's loves, there are more things for me to mock. Like what she says.
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Kirstie: the classic lines
    "I never knew I could have so much fun with my fingers."
    "I wanna go where Affie goes, yeah,
    I wanna go where Affie goes, yeah,
    Take me there, anywhere,
    Just as long as Affie's there."
    (Affie being the recipient of the afore-mentioned obssessive love-mail)

    "Pissy wissy prissy lissy offy woffy toffy goffy!"

    "Ma pauvre bicyclette rose!"

    "Ne me frappe pas avec le casserole!"

    "Are you Radium Nitrogen Dysprosium?"

    "I want to be cremated."

    "We love Charlie coz we're Krustele-abiding citizens!"

    "I really feel like raping some monks."
What she has to say for herself
Not a lot at the moment. She's still thinking of how to sell herself to a virtual audience.

Communicate with Kirstie!

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