Personality? What personality?
Some of my favourite — er, as in least favourite — moments in life have come to pass when online personality tests have sucked me into their malicious, soul-destroying clutches, only to confirm that there was ultimately no need to waste ten precious minutes of my existence to be told something about myself that I already knew perfectly well, thank you very much.
Sigh. Or Sign, as all the fashionable folk are saying these days.
As doomed romantics go, then, I am apparently a Neurotic Shambles.
And the Pope is most definitely not a Muslim.