I don't think you can judge couples by when they say they "love" each other. Often, couples say it within the first month or so just because it's social convention and it adds a sense of security to the relationship. Whilst I can't judge the feelings of others, I think love is a gradual thing and not always the most accurate representation of a couple's dedication to one another.

I usually just download the backing songs to all the porn I watch.

"Is the Pope a Catholic?"

I don't like eggs. I think anything that is essentially the remains of a period should be made inedible.

My mind has just gone into smut overdrive.

My dignity.

I have a hidden talent for putting my foot in my mouth, both literally and figuratively.

The smell of teen spirit.

I always answer this evasively, but let's just answer it as imagine the worst thing that could happen to a teenager whilst in an intimate situation.

Zack Morris from "Saved by the Bell". I carved "Lucy hearts Zack" into a wooden computer cabinet when I was six and got absolutely bollocked by my dad for it.

About two years ago I did. Then I realised that I like sausages and mash, chicken fajitas and Nandos too much.

I use a PC, but I've always wanted a Mac. Solely for "Garage Band".

It depends, I prefer the ones that are genuinely creepy rather than the kitsch thing that arose in the 90's (although I love the "Scream" series except I haven't seen the last one). "Amityville Horror", "Halloween", "The Shining" and suchlike are the ones I find the most enjoyable. Who doesn't revel in being scared shitless?

I wasn't arsed about the answer when I first heard this little ditty at age five. Thirteen years later, I'm still not arsed.

4. I don't know why, it's just aesthetically pleasing.

Two quotes: "Is there so much hate for the ones we love?" from "Running Up That Hill" by Kate Bush, or "I came around to tear your little world apart" from "Vow" by Garbage. I want a crescent moon on one of my fingers, too.

Any one of my "girls": Kate Bush, Stevie Nicks, Michelle Pfeiffer, Debbie Harry, Shirley Manson. I'll be the weird anon that sends creepy questions.

I can't get anywhere near it. He's enclosed it in glass casing to prevent it falling out.

Ethan's such a copy cat.

Kathy R, that weird person who yelled at me on Twitter for saying Garbage fans were more psychotic than Stevie Nicks ones (I clearly was wrong), a weird Finnish person who used to stalk me on Tumblr, a boy from Sunderland who used to stalk me on all social networking sites, Ethan (of course) and I think I've exhausted my list of creepy fuckers!