7 January 2007
5 things
I have been tagged! It would seem churlish not to participate so here are five things most people don’t know about me. They might not be true.
- I am one of a rare breed. Back when I was a civil servant, I organised a piss-up in a brewery - and let’s face it, there aren’t many people who can say that. I keep meaning to add this to my CV.
- My middle name is Mary (keep your ‘Clary Mary quite contrary’ rhymes to yourself). OK, quite a few of you know that already. What you probably don’t know is that my confirmation name is Ann. Or Anne. As I never use it I can never remember which version I chose.
- I can’t remember my first kiss, or the name of the first boy I fancied at school. I do remember flirting with him by telling him I had dreamt about him the night before. I was 5.
- I won a writing competition when I was 9 (the photo below shows me with all the other winners and runners-up in different age groups - if you can’t spot me, you’d better click on the pic and see the annotated version). I had to write an essay about what was so wonderful about my home town. I said that people were kind there and gave an example of me helping an old lady across the road with her shopping. I lied about that.
- I have no sense of smell. Contrary to popular belief, this does not mean that I cannot taste anything, but it might mean that I am the wrong person to rely on when you don’t want burnt toast.
And now the hard part - I’m supposed to pass it on to five others. I’m unsure about the etiquette of this. Do I contact people first and ask if they want to be tagged? Whatever. I will nominate some folks and if they choose to pick up the baton then great, if not, then so be it. So, for the purely selfish reason that I’d like to know more about them, I nominate the following people:
Now I’m going to run away and blush.
Filed under: Archive photo, Mulch — Clare @ 7:39 pm
I don’t remember my first kiss, but I do remember my first love - Debbie Harry on ToTP. I was 4, she was 33. She had an off-the-shoulder striped top on. I wrote her a note that said “I love her”. My 1 year old sister showed it to mum. I was mortified. So began a life-long bout of crippling shyness* around women I fancied. Sigh.
*this may be a slight exaggeration for comic effect.
(08.01.07 @ 10:05 am)
At least Debbie Harry was cool, and human. At one point I fancied Mighty Mouse - “Here I come to save the day!”.
(08.01.07 @ 10:56 am)
So’k - as a bloke I understand as all blokes fancied Wilma from The Fintstones. Not Betty though, just Wilma.
(08.01.07 @ 2:14 pm)
I always thought Wilma was a bit prim, Betty seemed more foxy to me. But what would I know?
(08.01.07 @ 2:17 pm)
Nothing about prim vs sexy, obviously! Betty was more into dancing and bowling - Wilma had it all going on back at the ranch. Tsk! Girls!
(08.01.07 @ 2:55 pm)
I also have no sense of smell, and people think I can’t taste anything either, but I can. I thought I was special, but now that’s you, me and my Dad. Does this constitute a support group? Not that I need one. Ignorance is bliss - especially when shoveling horse poo around the allotment.
(11.01.07 @ 8:42 pm)
Hi Bison Bison (or can I just call you Bison?). Make no mistake - we ARE special. But you’re right that there are advantages. Our cat as still traumatised at present fom having surgery before Christmas and keeps using the utility room as a great big litter tray, but I can’t smell a thing.
Of course, all my friends now refer to me as ‘that cat pee woman’ so that makes it less of a good thing.
(11.01.07 @ 9:04 pm)