The lovely Dancinfairy at A Place of My Own has taken time out from growing the Squigler to give me an award. Cripes.
At first I was insulted because I thought it was to say my blog was 'honestly crap' but when I stopped squinting it appears to be a compliment, and I'm good with those.
I now have to provide you with ten interesting facts about me. Which turns out to be harder than I thought, on account of my life being such a dizzying whirl of exciting and glamorous activities and people. Ahem.
Ah well, in no particular order, here goes:
- When I was ten years old, I was adopted, and the judge asked me what name I'd like on my new birth certificate. On the way home I had a strop with my Mum for not telling me that the whole 'name' thing was open to negotiation, since my greatest wish EVER was to be called Steve. I suspect that's precisely why she never mentioned it.
- My party trick is flairing. For those who didn’t spend their 20s in cocktail bars, this means I can throw and spin bottles like Tom Cruise in “Cocktail”. Although the skills are allegedly identical, I can’t juggle to save my life.
- I forged approximately 100 absence notes during my last two years at school. When my headmistress called in my parents to expose my evil-doing, my Mum pretended she’d written them all so I wouldn’t be expelled. Thanks, Mum.
- I locked myself out of my house the night before my wedding. At midnight, I was to be found wriggling through the newly smashed kitchen window, while my two male neighbours shoved my rear end and joined in a hearty chorus of "Here Comes the Bride". Now I think about it, my life is full of these kinds of stories - full of gravitas and dignity.
- I can’t remember a day in my life when I didn’t read something. Books are my solace, my inspiration, my entertainment and education. I feel sorry for people who don’t have the escape route of the printed word. Imagine never having read My Family and Other Animals - it's like sunshine in paper form!
- Even though I left two years ago, every time I drive into Brighton, it still feels like coming home. And I still cry every time I leave.
- The first thing I said to my then husband after giving birth to Flea was, “Why are you holding that baby?” It was a confusing moment.
- Possibly the worst idea I ever had as a student was “Hey, let’s play catch the cat”. So if you ever wonder where that scar on my right eyelid came from…
- Before I was a journalist I worked for Greenpeace in Canada. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything more soul destroying than try and persuade people with two SUVs and a speedboat in the drive that they should care about deforestation and global warming.
- I think there should be a whole other circle of Hell devoted to people who buy Simply Red CDs and claim to be fans of the music. That noise? In no way should it ever be confused with ‘music’.
And I've got to tag 7 more blogs, so on the basis I'd like to know their answers I'm choosing: Hot Cross Mum, Home Office Mum, Littlesheep Learning, Potty Diaries, Working Mum on the Verge, Sue at Positive Parents who doesn't often do personal blog posts but I'm just TOO nosy, sorry! and finally, Dulwich Divorcee.
