Vicki Smith grew up in a hippie house with no rules and had a very promising career ahead of her until enduring artistic suppression in Grade 6. She was forced to change a song she had written about eskimos to instead to be about grasshoppers, which meant that it made no sense because grasshoppers don't fish through holes in the ice or wear fluffy wolfskin jackets and it's far too cold in the artic for grasshoppers. Plus we all know that the optimum amount of arms to build an igloo is two and not...several.
The same year saw her banned from reading her primary school graduation speech about Sports Club, due to the artistic differences with the teaching staff about a line involving strawberry jam.
In her personal life, Vicki has two dogs (one of whom is still alive) and is about to be evicted. She also has a bird whose name no one can remember but is afraid to rename in case this causes irreparable damage to his identity. This means that Vicki's hobbies now include awkwardly trying to avoid mentioning his name when she chats to him in the laundry. She also enjoys surreptitiously planting trees in public parks in the middle of the night, and you can see her work at the park on the corner of Victoria and Burnley Streets, Richmond.
Due to the grid system, Vicki currently resides in Melbourne, Australia and her most embarrassing and ironic moments coincided when she ran her car into, and destroyed, the "Luck Street" sign.
Vicki most often reminisces about the time that she changed Ben's name so that it appeared in their high school yearbook as 'Been Moore' this making him wonder if the high school community already regarded him as a hasbeen.
Still not enough for you? You can read all about the inner working's of Vicki's mind on her blog or just see if you made her enemy list at:
http://ivegottamove.wordpress.com/
