Moira has lots of really impressive qualifications that she’s never used. The only reason she went on to further education was because it saved her from having to decide what she wanted to do with her life. She never did decide, but now manages a small charity in the Lake District (cccare.org) which she insists she’s only doing until she finds a proper job. As she’s been looking for that “proper job” for 19 years, no-one who knows her is holding their breath. She’s even started a blog about her improper job, bless her.
She has a breathtakingly colourful and badly organized personal life, a virtually non-existent social life and a chaotic work life that lurches from mundane to surreal all in the space of 8 hours. One day, when all the people who would have grounds to sue her are dead, she’ll write that vaguely autobiographical book she keeps threatening, but until then she pours her meagre talents into slightly anarchic newsletters, press releases and her very own page in the local Parish News.
Her taste in reading matter tends towards non-fiction, which probably explains why she has a head stuffed full of completely useless information which is regurgitated once a year in the form of a Trivia Quiz so insanely difficult that it makes strong men weep. Having said that, if it’s words on paper, she’ll read it and will have an opinion about it.
She writes poetry badly, embroiders beautifully and goes for long walks all by herself because it saves her from having to make polite conversation with anyone.
You would walk past her in a crowd without noticing her, which is just the way she likes it.
