What your favourite Arctic Monkeys album says about you

The north of England’s finest indie quartet and hair gel visionaries, the Arctic Monkeys, recently released their sixth album to mixed reviews. Fans and critics alike were bemused by the new direction Alex Turner, the band’s frontman, had taken the band, and ticket prices for the upcoming tour raised eyebrows and lowered spirits.

However, like any self-respecting student of Sheffield University, I’m an unquestioning fan of AM. Knowing all the words to Fluorescent Adolescent is practically an admissions requirement here, and every Sheffield student has had at least a couple of nights out hearing nothing but Turner’s rapidly diminishing Sheff accent.

I spend so much time around Arctic Monkeys fans that I’ve developed an uncanny ability to predict someone’s personality based on their favourite album. Here are the headlines, in chronological order.

Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not



  • call things wank;
  • appreciate a good Spoons and are disgusted by a sub-par one;
  • love it when people don’t understand your accent;
  • don’t know the difference between a flat white and a latte;
  • used to get into minor trouble at school;
  • eventually turned it around and now have a scholarship;
  • go for knackered Converse but tracky bottoms tucked in socks are a step too far;
  • don’t understand what people see in goats cheese.


Favourite Worst Nightmare



  • think up nicknames for your friends based on puns of their names;
  • eventually forget their real names;
  • tell people too much about how your exes were in bed;
  • are genuinely very witty;
  • refuse to engage in any kind of political conversation;
  • get misty-eyed and start talking about Love when you’ve had a few;
  • used to drink gin – since it became trendy and expensive you’ve reverted to cider.





  • are the intense/edgy one in the group;
  • are into the Beat generation;
  • struggle to take anyone seriously if they say they’ve never read Howl or heard of William S. Burrows;
  • think Locke is genius;
  • never eat three square meals a day – you either live off one (1) grape or eat five feasts in three hours;
  • make too-intense eye contact;
  • secretly love Orange is the New Black.


Suck it and See



  • think the White Album is the best Beatles album;
  • only watch films by first-time directors;
  • quite recently started spending loads of money on grooming sets: razors with polished handles, combs, artisan hair gunk, and locally-sourced shoe polish;
  • find random word generators and malapropisms endlessly funny;
  • filled your phone with vocab games and apps that let you know where the closest espresso is at all times.





  • have a cactus in a really expensive pot on your kitchen windowsill;
  • lost your regional accent the same morning you got an offer to study history or literature at a southern university;
  • cleaned up your look after you got sick of your mum calling you “shabby chic”;
  • go to Glastonbury every year and stay in a yurt;
  • only buy stuff if it’s bespoke and/or artisanal.


Tranquility Base Hotel and Casino



  • post stories on Instagram of David Bowie street art;
  • are experimenting with retro facial hair;
  • don’t realise how much said facial hair makes you look like your dad in the 70s;
  • constantly insist there’s art/music in everything, even a receptionist answering calls;
  • refuse to listen to a DJ if they are using flash drives instead of vinyls;
  • dance like someone is watching.

What your coffee drink of choice says about you

Café culture has become incredibly popular in the last twenty years. In university towns you can barely move for internet-enabled, sandwich-serving places for students to sit in for hours on end, heads bent over a particularly nasty equation or essay, making a single cup of filter coffee last the entire day.

I spend so much time in cafes, both alone and with friends, that I’ve started to notice trends amongst coffee drinkers.

Here’s my rundown of what your Starbucks order says about you…


One thing they always say about you, you know your beans. Through the sweat of your brow and at the expense of your personal finances, you’ve developed a taste for coffee so refined that you’re constrained to drinking only the very best blends and roasts.

You’re a walking encyclopedia of trendy cafés and the first thing you do on moving to a new city is get yourself acquainted with the coffee scene; your friends come to you for advice on where to go for first dates, second dates, middle dates, breakups, tearful reunions, and, should the occasion arise, revelations about pregnancy. You’ve got a specific place in mind for each of these situations.

The thing that annoys you about espressos is the very thing that you most love: their potency.

A strong coffee means a short coffee.

Cappuccino drinkers can sit for hours working on their screenplays, hashing out complex plots and focussing on characterisation and motifs; but you only ever manage to bash out a couple of lines of dialogue before you’ve drained your cup and started getting the evil eye from the proprietors. Until you can figure out how to make a 40g drink last you more than establishing shots, your genre-defining oeuvre is sadly under-worked.


The taste of coffee doesn’t actually do a lot for you – you just like the event. Similarly, you don’t really get the appeal of alcohol but you’ll have a glass or two of rosé when you go to a bar with your mates. If all pubs and cafés evaporated overnight, the only thing you’d miss would be the moments spent with friends; you’d just as happily sit in someone’s living room with a mug of tepid water.

Consequently, you never drink coffee when you’re not in a caf with the gang, and you’d never have more than two a day or get one after three o’clock; at home you prefer green tea. You might add a slice of lemon if you’re feeling particularly outrageous.


You’re basically the same as an espresso drinker, but with less commitment and specialised knowledge. You’d rather not go Costa but you would if there were no other options within walking distance.

Also, your screenplay is more developed since each of your coffees lasts three times as long as an espresso.

Filter Coffee

You’re after quantity, not quality, in coffee as in everything. You buy your rice in 20kg sacks from the Chinese supermarket and your freezer is full of shit you don’t really like but bought in bulk because it was on offer. You’d much rather a Toby Carvery-style Sunday roast that clocks in at over three times your recommended saturated fat intake than a 500-calorie one from a well-rated country pub. You buy your notebooks from the indoor market and judge people for wasting money on stationery from Paperchase. You steal sugar packets.

Your favourite cafés are the kinds where they offer free refills and no one looks at you weirdly when you help yourself to your sixth steaming mug of joe.

You’ve tried other iterations of coffee before, just to see what’s out there, but every kind, whether it’s been jazzed up with milk or expensive syrups, has the same basic taste to you – the taste of costing more than it’s worth.


Hot Chocolate

Fuck the haters.

(Sorry, Mum.)

You know what makes you happy and you pursue it, even if it separates you from the It crowd. People might raise their eyebrows when you order a tall glass of chocolate and pay through the nose for marshmallows, but it’s worth it for how goddamn tasty stuff covered in whipped cream is.

Cafe etiquette aside, you’re a home bird. You prefer nights in to nights out and you’re secure in yourself to be unashamed about that; your friends have come to accept that you might not come to the pub because you’ve got your cosy socks on. The only time you ever questioned your choices was when, exhausted from a long day of tending to your pot plant, you fell asleep in front of the Great British Sewing Bee.


You appreciate the finer things in life, but you’re unpretentious about it. In other words, you can taste the difference between the £7 bottle of wine with an actual cork and the unlabeled £2.99 carton, but you don’t make me feel bad for bringing the latter to your dinner party.

Yorkshire Tea

Basically, you think being too alert is risky. You’ve observed the way your friends get all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed after a coffee, and you mistrust this. If God had wanted us to feel awake, you think to yourself, He wouldn’t have made mornings so rough.

Your palate is so refined that you can identify tea brands blindfolded; you frequently do so at parties to the dubious approval of friends. You think green/herbal/decaf tea is not just a waste of time, but also somehow fundamentally harmful to the very fabric of British society.

What your blood type says about you

No matter how old you are, you’re always growing and changing. At secondary school a teacher of mine once put it, “We’re all always in a process of self-actualisation,” and once I’d got home and Googled what self-actualisation means I couldn’t agree more.

How, though, can we possibly self-actualise if we don’t know ourselves? The first step anyone wishing to make a change must take is to get to know themselves.

It’s only through understanding who we are as people, through recognising both our strengths and our weaknesses, that we can continue to grow.

What follows is the first in a series of blogs intended to help you know yourself – and I mean really know yourself.

This time, we’re gonna explore the effect your blood type has on your character.

It might surprise you to learn that some cultures consider a baby’s blood type in a similar way to how we see the zodiac, believing that certain blood types have dominant traits and so on. In these countries, the Sunday papers’ weekly horoscope comes with a free finger pricker and ABO testing kit so you can find out your blood type as you enjoy the crossword.

“What?!” I hear you scoff. “As if the configuration of antibodies and inherited antigenic substances on the surface of my red blood cells has any effect on how I am as a person!”

Forgive me, but that’s a very B- thing to say. Read on to find out more about the real you. Antigens don’t lie.



It might be because I’m a basic O+ myself, but this is the blood type closest to my heart. Sure, you love a Pumpkin Spice Latte and it breaks your heart that Uggs are universally mocked these days, but so what? Popular things are popular for a reason!

Your favourite sport is football. Your favourite pizza topping is pepperoni. Your favourite TV show of 2017 was Blue Planet (if you’re UK-based) or America’s Got Talent (if you’re living stateside). You have 1.8 children. You’re in the median tax bracket for people of your age. You drive a Ford Fiesta with fuzzy dice hanging from the mirror.

No one loves to be average, but there’s beauty in that. And, what’s more, if you’re O- you’re a universal donor, which basically makes you a hero in waiting.



You’re that kid at school that no one disliked, but everyone made fun of in a playful sort of way. You’re good natured and pretty sweet, but shit are you gullible. You’re the person kids would think of when they heard that, “Hey, did you know gullible is written on the ceiling here?” joke.

When you first got Facebook, you were guilty of sharing those chain posts that said stuff like, “Facebook is going private! Liek and share or you’ll have to pay $29.99 a month!!”

You’re pretty sure kiwis cure all illnesses, from the common cold to drowning.



You’re sceptical to a fault, and the key word here is fault.

[The other key word is sceptical.]

Whenever your mates or coworkers start telling you about their weekend, your eyebrow is poised to raise in disbelief. “Really,” you think to yourself (or, sometimes, say out loud), “did you really have five beers? Did you really spend £23 on tights?”

You pride yourself on not swallowing the rubbish everyone posts on the Internet – you’ve been known to comment “That happened” on news articles and Facebook statuses alike. Even when you’re sure an article is biased, though, you can rarely be bothered to research the actual, impartial truth. Just the knowing that you’ve seen through the bullshit is enough for you.

That said, your incredulity does have its bounds: when you watch magic shows, like the inimitable Dynamo, you begin the episode trying to figure out how he’s hidden the fishing line and finish secretly believing that he is an actual wizard. You’re quick to Google the trick after the show’s ended to restore your cynicism.



Oh my God, you people are the worst. Just pick a type.

[You might be wondering how this picture is relevant. It’s not, but AB people make me cross so I picked one at random.]

Positive or Negative

You may be saying, “OK, Ro, you’ve explained what the letters mean beautifully, but what about the little + or – following them? What oh what do they have to say about my psyche?”

Good question. It’s actually just what you might have guessed: the positive and negative symbols reflect whether a person is an optimist or a pessimist – that is, whether they see the glass as half-full or half-empty-and-not-even-a-good-glass-anyway.

Somewhat counter-intuitively, though, the + symbol means you’re a pessimist and the  symbol reflects an irritatingly cheery optimism.