Something that has nothing to do with my industry, like 'Kerrang!' or 'NME' so I can say I've transcended medium boundries and/or to see whaat hardcore fans do.

A well-looked after dog. Can I be Donnie and Fred for twelve hours each please? They seem pretty comfy.

Excuse me? Am I being picked up by a social networking site?

The other night I dreamt I had a brain tumour. It was okay though, because when I went for an MRI they let me fall asleep, possibly with my headphones on.

Last night I was on an active volcano in Hawaii, with wild animals and my dogs.

(None of the above was disturbing now I think about it. At least, not in that tradditional "Argh!" sense. More like in a "Your subconcious needs a talking-to," sense.

I'm going to stop wasting time on random Internet sites.

Oh wait...

I do know the answer!

In actual fact, the cake itself isn't really a problem - I miss scrambled eggs more (although I did have a moment when I relaised I can no longer eat Bakewell Tarts). My biggest issue so far isn't that I can no longer eat certain foods, but that when the rest of the world digs out the biscuit tin or brings home a wheat-flavoured gift, I can't eat with them.

I was in Starbucks the other day and saw a plate of their lemon drizzle cake, and got wistful when I remembered how much I used to love lemon cake, even when I knew I shouldn't really eat it because I felt like I was digesting a brick, and would get insanely guilty when it made me think about my weight and health, etc. Then I realised that the brick-digestion feeling isn't one I want to feel ever again - and that I didn't put on weight, my intolerance made me bloated - and I stopped missing the cake.

So the cake itself (or the toast, sandwiches, pasta, pizza, biscuits, Maltesers....) doesn't bother me too much, but feeling excluded sometimes does.

Yes! Quite a lot of far(ish)-flung cousins on one side, no cousins on the other but a really flipping huge group of acquired family.

The 'hashtag' is now altered and regarding semicolons, see Rule 5: http://www.grammarbook.com/punctuation/semicolons.asp or here: http://www.grammar-monster.com/lessons/semicolons_before_conjunctions.htm

Feel free to go back through every piece of work I've ever written; and I can do the same for you, if you'd like.

I like Secret Santa?

Both!

No, but I can stand things on my head.

Frank or Frankie, or (in my head sometimes when I go to write my name on a form), Frnk Lero.

Yes yes yes.

Only if something has good semanticity in the long-term and is chunked acoustically in the first 96 seconds.

(Thank you, Psychology!)

Chantal Claret, because she's Tweeting about her Vegas shows and I'm in England.

On the other hand: MINDLESS IN A FORTNIGHT!

That depends on what I 'have'. Homework: yes. Caffiene in my system: no.

If we're discussing material possesions: almost definitely.

I can't currently eat wheat, so I would like to tell all of those options to jump into a very large fire and be burnt to a wheaty, scrumptious, crisp.

Birthday lark. (Extended family, staring at cake I can't eat, playing with the dogs, Conventional Weapons chatting, etc.)

Fun indeed.

Yes, but the 'magic' was actually a series of illusions.

Keep the magic questions coming!

Yes, in that I think magic is just what science can't explain yet - kind of how it used to be thought that coloured flames were 'magic', but now every GCSE student gets "Na = sodium = yellow, K = potassium = lilac" drummed into them for IAAs.

I like to think that if humanity sticks around long enough, we'll prove/disprove 'supernatural phenomenon', God, etc., and learn to wield the elements like in 'Harry Potter'.