Hii, I’m Tesni, Tezzo, Tez, Tezticals NOT tezza, tess.
I’m ginger and I intend to stay this way for life.

I’ve never had a blue peter badge. This is the one thing in life right now that makes me sad.

I’m addicted to tea, dash of milk, half a sugar please?

I swear when my Grandma died she left me with her obsession for anchors, gold and impractical shoes. But I love her even more for it.

I love the smell of cigarettes but I don’t smoke.

I watch far too much Family Guy.
But I never remember any episodes.
It’s so just an excuse to watch more.

I’m forever spilling things, much to the frustration of my family and friends.
I’d probably drop beetroot on a wedding dress given the chance.

You could lose a whale in my bedroom. But 60% of the time I know exactly where everything is all of the time.

Even though I’ve seen “MORE COWBELL” over a thousand times, it still makes me laugh till I cry.

I love seeing old people hold hands.

I’ve had my fair share of fame, I jumped on stage with Does it offend you, yeah? and thrusted in a sexual manor.

I try to portray my emotions through my lyrics.
Every song that I write, I record and log in a chronological file hidden somewhere secret.
When I learn how to excavate properly, perhaps I’ll bury it. Then maybe one day someone will analyse me when I’m long gone.

I can quote anchorman from start to finish.

I do a mean Jay-Z impression, even though I hate his guts for the hours of my life he wasted at Glastonbury.

I always try to live life spontaneously. Routine scares me like you wouldn’t believe.

I have an intense fear of the Osmonds, Donny in particular. My recurring nightmares only exaggerate this fear.

I recently fell down the stairs on my space hopper. I’m still sulking. They’re really not child friendly.

I listen to the Reservoir Dogs soundtrack once a week without fail.

I play “Rambo” in every forest I visit, I’m yet to play star wars at Shell Island, but just you wait… its going to be perfect.

I collect vintage clothes I hardly ever wear.

The words “I am Hollywood” are forever playing over and over in my mind. Not just lyrics from a song but also advice I was once given from a friend. Screaming those words is always liberating no matter what.

Daisy chains make me immeasurably happy, as do digestive biscuits and rain clouds.

I have no time for novels about rape, child abuse, drug addiction or other such obscenities. I’m already fully aware of the horror in this world without reading some book which focuses on pulling the heart strings of the reader while telling the tale of a sexually abused eight year old crack addict.

My underwear never matches.

My obsession for plaid shirts and surf shorts is slowly taking over my life, I really don’t mind, my bank account does.

I’m a sucker for a conspiracy theory.

And I adore hold-ups and bed hair.

I've recently become obsessed with Flight of the Conchords. I'm starting to collect Bret's pretty jumpers.

[Southon comfort] says: Your like the female equilivant of a ginger shaggy, they call you mrs BOOMBASTIC!


“The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.”

Bass., Acoustic Guitar., Beer., Shinfo., Ukulele., Stalkers., Festivals., Archaeology., Water Fights., The Jackson Five., Oreos., Gin && Tonic., Cups of Tea., Anchors., Grass Fights., Lemon Ice Cream., The Beach Boys., Surf Shorts., Picnics., House Partys., Cornflake Cakes., Oxford.

Dillinger Escape Plan.*, Converge., Brand New.*, City and Colour., Everytime I die., Modest Mouse.*, He is legend., Modest Mouse.*, Grizzly Twister., Morrissey.*, The Smiths., The Bled.*, Norma Jean., Super Furry Animals.*, The Locust.*, Alexisonfire.*, Blondie., Justice.*, Sigur Ros.*, The Cure., Rage Against the Machine.*, Neon Neon.*, Elbow.*, * - Bands who have had/will have, the pleasure of me being in the crowd.

Anchorman NOT Anchorlady., Old School., Semi-Pro., No Country for Old Men., The Notebook., Madagascar., Enemy at the Gates., Alice in Wonderland., Rambo., The NeverEnding Story.