(taken from here)

Every person you have ever slept with is invited to a banquet where you are the guest of honor. No one will be in attendance except you, the collection of your former lovers, and the catering service. After the meal, you are asked to give a fifteen-minute speech to the assembly. What do you talk about?
Is the mike on? Perfect. Well, hi everybody, thank you all for coming. I hope the language barrier hasn’t been too much of a problem? Anyway, I’m glad to see that at least some of you had something to talk about. It’s great to see all of you again, we should do this more often and I guess… well, I don’t really have anything to say to you, collectively. I barely know some of you anyway. Oh, what the fuck! Let’s be friends on facebook! Read my blog! Drop me a line sometime. Or don’t. Not that it matters a whole lot. I’d have much more to say to the guys I never got to sleep with though I should have.
Did I mention that I’m a terrible talker when I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about?

What’s your favorite thing to do on a rainy day?
Lighting some candles, curling up on the sofa and doing some serious couch potatoeing.

Are you a window person or an aisle person?
Aisle.

What’s your favorite beach in the world?
I don’t think that I have one. Though I really, really loved the beaches in Bahía (Brazil).

What’s the next country you want to visit?
Probably the US, next year. If I don’t go somewhere else in the meantime.

What one thing are you craving today?
Meat. I’d kill for a steak right now. A little bit on the bloody side… oh, yum.