Good day fellow bloggers; yours truly has been tagged good and proper by blogging buddy
Old Cheeser and so I must most humbly submit myself to the task at hand.
The rules are simple (they could have been written for me):
First: post the following rules and a link to the person who tagged you.
Second: share seven interesting facts about yourself. The more amazingly interesting the better.
Third: tag seven people at the end of your post linking their names to their blogs and advising them of their tagged status via the comments facility on their own blogs.
Couldn't be easier. Except finding seven
interesting facts about myself is going to be an absolute labour of Hercules...
1) One of my aunts is a distant relation of
Audrey Hepburn. But sadly so distant that there is utterly no mileage in me trying to capitalize on the connection.
2) I have met
Mel and Sue,
Roger McGough and two members of
Killing Joke. Mel and Sue I met at Weston-super-Mare train station: Mel was lovely and friendly, Sue was much cooler but still very polite. They made a point of not getting into the same carriage as me. Was it something I said? Roger McGough I met at a book signing - top bloke but he gave me a very weird look. Was it something I said? The KJ band members - Jaz Coleman and Paul Raven - I met during an amazing gig at the Birmingham Institute. Jaz shook my hand (his was very sweaty) and Paul Raven was wandering around brushing his teeth. He just gave me a weird look. Was it something I said...?!?
3) I am a secret
Lego geek. I absolutely adore the stuff and am an avid collector. Sad eh? However, the way I look at it, there are worse addictions. I could be into crack, booze or gambling. Or, as Karen has just pointed out: I could be into football. I'm also keen to big up the fact that Lego is a lucrative investment as the models tend to increase in value as they get older.
4) When I was a toddler my mother tells me I used to regularly throw myself down the stairs (was it something
she said?) without incurring a single injury. And then one day I fell down the bottom two steps and fractured my leg resulting in a few weeks in hospital. Why my family hadn't invested in a stairgate is still a mystery to me.
5) I started my as yet unrewarded writing career when I was about 7 years old after seeing Star Wars at the local cinema. Since then I have tinkered with stories and poetry with only the occasional year off here and there for bad behaviour. A veritable monster was created. Blame George Lucas.
6) A
friend and I once snuck into the grounds of
Guy's Cliffe - a local heritage site owned by the Masons and reputedly haunted by the ghost of lady Felice of Warwick who threw herself from one of the windows into the river below - and part-way round were confronted by a very spooky presence. I'm not joking for once either. We didn't actually see a manifestation but something unwelcoming was definitely there. I'm happy to report that we both turned tail and ran, wise poltroons that we were...
7) I have a phobia of moths. I can't stand them anywhere near me and I cannot relax if one gets into the house. Urgh. Horrible flaky, powdery things.
There you go - seven not so fab facts to ponder about yours truly.
And now I'm tagging
Ally,
Eve,
Rol,
Laura,
Tris,
Emily and
Per.pri to do the same!
Labels: Bloggertropolis, children, fame, KillingJoke, Leamington, Lego, poetry, writing
No I'm not talking about a game of hunt the sausage with Michael Jackson, I'm talking about the earthquake that struck the UK at 1.0 am last night.
The bin men have literally just hauled off the six huge bag loads of rubbish produced by myself and my family this Christmas. As their filthy dustcart revved off into the distance I felt a pang or two of regret... regret that Christmas is over again for another year and regret at having produced so much waste. The amount of extraneous packaging was frightening, most of it from the kid's toys - huge folded up and moulded pieces of industrial sized cardboard which defied any attempt to flatpack them into as small a shape as possible for easy disposal. 
