As tagged by Smitonius and Sonata (thankyouverymuch), here are the seven ever so important and fascinating things you didn't know about me:
1. I really, really like the sound of bagpipes. I do! Must have been the early imprinting effect of life in a Scottish regiment. Also most instruments with a drone. (But not people with same.) Massed pipe bands = heaven.
2. My sister and I once found a dead frog in the cellar, and, aged about 6 and 3, heavily (mis)guided by cartoons, put it through the mangle, expecting it to come out nicely flat. We both learned that we laugh hysterically, uncontrollably, when thoroughly scared by our own bad behaviour. Big, big trouble ensued.
1. I really, really like the sound of bagpipes. I do! Must have been the early imprinting effect of life in a Scottish regiment. Also most instruments with a drone. (But not people with same.) Massed pipe bands = heaven.
2. My sister and I once found a dead frog in the cellar, and, aged about 6 and 3, heavily (mis)guided by cartoons, put it through the mangle, expecting it to come out nicely flat. We both learned that we laugh hysterically, uncontrollably, when thoroughly scared by our own bad behaviour. Big, big trouble ensued.
3. I spoke with a residual French accent till I was ridiculed out of it at a truly horrible primary school in Lanark. I was about 8, and remember thinking "I must learn to speak like them". I didn't tell my mother, and later got into trouble with her for adopting a sing-song west of Scotland accent.
4. I'm really rather scared of daddy-long-legs(es). It's the spindly legs and the erratic flying that does it. Embarrassing. I'm not built for speed, and screeching while flapping arms wildly doesn't help.
5. I'm not particularly keen on chocolate on a regular basis, but I'd kill for a nursery-style pudding of chocolate sponge with chocolate sauce. It doesn't have to be celebrity-chef posh, made with super-expensive chocolate, or have a runny middle. But it needs to be a generous portion!
6. If I have fizzy drinks (which is almost never) I get hiccups. For ages. Some of us will never be sophisticated...
7. I secretly wish I could afford to have seven cats again. Maybe you did know that already....
Now I'm supposed to do this:
1. Copy and paste the pretty picture which you see above onto your own blog. (Done)
2. Thank the person who gave you the award and post a link to their blog. (Done)
3. Write 7 things about yourself we do not know. (Done)
But then.... (here comes the civil disobedience):
4. Choose 7 other bloggers to award.
5. Link to those 7 other bloggers.
6. Notify your 7 bloggers.
But I shan't. I know it will drive some of you mad, others will ignore it, and some who weren't listed will be dying to try it. So choose yourselves if you'd like to do this self-revealing bit of fun, and don't worry if you don't.
PS The cats were busy sleeping, and could only come up with one thing, although they suspected that you'd probably know this already: She doesn't give us enough tuna.
6 comments:
But what happens when you've just sipped something fizzy and are surprised by a Daddy-Longlegs ?
Sonata .
I'm sure I could flee, flapping, and hiccup hysterically at the same time....
Those comments conjure up the most wonderful picture!
Daddy Long Legs don't have wings... according to the University of California Biology department, there are two types of DLL, neither of which fly. Link below.
http://spiders.ucr.edu/daddylonglegs.html
So you can take Daddy Long Legs off your fear list... but I'd find out whatever that flying thing IS that scares you!
Well, Marcheline, we have something that we call a DDL here in the UK that definitely flies in such a way as to suggest its steering mechanism is non-existent - a cranefly, possibly? But I'd rather not click that link, thank you. Maybe someone else can look and bring us up to date. I've got anxiety hiccups now.....
I can identify with all, especially the cats and the hiccups. But the chocolates, noooo. A day without at least one (or more) pieces is a day that is bleak and drear.
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