Lucy Barfoot Interview

Here's an Edited Barfoot and Duggan interview. And if you click here there is a HunkyDory interview you can view online

What is your greatest fear?
Spiders crawling over my face
Earliest memory?
Vaguely, something involving a paddling pool?
Trait you most deplore in yourself
I find it so hard to speak my mind if something has upset me
Favourite smell
Lovehearts, sweet factories, perfume squirted on paper and kept in pockets, and garlic
What keeps you awake at night?
Tea.
Who are your friends
My family, and the people I am close to and laugh with. I also think that Bristol is becoming a good friend of mine.
Best thing you’ve ever won
A years supply of condoms.
Favourite word?
Egg. Words with three letters are always quite nice, and egg is such a silly word!
How old do you feel?
I imagine that I will eternally feel youthful, about 20. But I am terribly grown up in most respects, especially with organisation.
What is your greatest extravagance
I don’t think there is anything I’m extravagant about .
On what occasion do you lie?
To my boyfriend, about how much garlic I have eaten.
What is your current state of mind?
Focussed and fun.
If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
I would change my procrastination capacity. I’d so love to get everything done as soon as it occurs, instead of adding it to a list, only to complete It a week later.
If you were to die and come back as a person/thing, what would it b?
Definitely a cat. A big bruiser of a tom-cat with lion-paws and a ridiculously furry body.
Where would you like to live?
In a different place every two years: A vineyard in France, by the beach in Greece, In New Zealand with my sister, in Bournemouth with my family, in Bristol.
What is your most marked characteristic?
My ability to see the good in everything, everyone. I have lots of love for people.
The quality you most love in people?
Authentic people, who aren’t trying to please anyone, they are just being themselves.
What is it that you most dislike?
I am sometimes guilty of this myself, but shyness is such a restrictive personality trait.
How do you want to die?
I always liked the idea of my next-door neighbour dying at 70 whilst having a tennis game with his new 20-something year old squeeze. But for me now, it would be something quick, with no blood, with no one watching, I would be old and it would be no ones fault.
What’s your motto?
This is it.
What three things would you bring to a desert island with you?
A pen, a lighter, the biggest and thickest note/sketch book you’ve ever seen.