Saint has tagged me for one of these memes.
- Thinking about this meme has led me to realise that I’m not very random, although my mind does go all over the place all the time. But my mind is always drawing links between disparate topics, albeit sometimes of a bizarre nature. Well, perhaps everyone else thinks I’m random, but I can see the links between it all. Seriously, I can. Most of the time.
- I have at least 5 convicts in my ancestry. We didn’t know about them until my mother started investigating our history. They were all transported for stealing. The most salacious one is the prostitute who stole a client’s money by hitting him over the head with a bag of coins, while her colleague distracted him. The funniest bit is reading the client’s explanation of what he was doing there with two ladies of ill-repute in the first place… (not very convincing, methinks). The saddest one is the teenage boy who was a street urchin and pickpocket (shades of Oliver Twist). However, they all did very well out of being transported, and became semi-respectable members of society.
- I went to high school in Manchester. This has given me a penchant for English ales and stouts. Oh, and English strawberries are better too, especially when picked straight from the plant. Mmmm.
- When I was a child, my life’s ambition was to be a hobbit. I have probably read Lord of the Rings over 60 times. I do have curly hair, but not the hairy feet. And I’m far too tall. I don’t smoke a pipe (never have, never will – I’m asthmatic).
- I am severely allergic to nuts, so I have to carry an Epipen around at all times. And yes, I’ve used it a few times. The ambulance staff are always most impressed – apparently a few people chicken out at stabbing themselves in the thigh with a great whacking needle, but I’d rather stab my own thigh than die.
- I had bright red hair when I was born. I was born very prematurely (29 – 30 weeks). All that red hair fell out about two weeks before my “real” due date. My daughter, however, has the real McCoy, and it’s stuck with her – along with her red-gold eyebrows and the most beautiful long foxy russet eyelashes. My son seems to have browny-blondy-red hair like me (ie, that funny colour I think of as “Scottish hair”). If I was a boy, and I decided to grow a beard, I’m guessing it would be red.
- Sukoshi Nihongo ga hanasemasu. Zannen desu ga, takusan wasuremashita. (I can speak a little Japanese. It’s a pity but I’ve forgotten a lot).
- Once, when I was in Thailand, I helped a baby elephant detach a coconut shoot from the coconut it was carrying in its trunk. The baby elephant decided it really liked me, and decided to follow me everywhere. It was really cute…until it decided to try and get on the bus with me. Someone shouted at it to get down. I had to pat its head to make it feel better; it looked so sad. If this law thing doesn’t work out, perhaps I can become an elephant mahout.
I’m not going to tag anyone – if you want to do a meme and tell me about you, feel free.
Update:
Andrew’s comment made me realise that I had a photo of said baby elephant, and can prove that it was indeed adorably cute. Unfortunately taken into the sun, but you can see it’s holding the coconut in its trunk. Also it had little fuzzy hair on its head.
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Aww that baby elephant was cute!
I might have the odd convict ancestor too, but haven’t been able to confirm as yet. There’s an American bloke lives around the corner from me who’s a Mayflower descendant.
Congrats on the elephant-handling skills. I’ve found it’s good policy to get on well with megafauna.
Hello Lad! Long time no hear! Hope you are well.
You need to get my mum on the case. She’s a gun researcher – she’ll find your convicts for you. She even found all the trials of ours. I’ll have to ask her how she did it.
All baby elephants are cute.
Alright L’eagle I’ll play your meme game because:
1. Hiding my emotions is my second nature.
2. My favourite colour is blue because there’s so many different shades of it.
3. When I was 5 my dad took me to Rawalpindi for my birthday. On the way back to the car a boy my age, with one arm, begged us for change.
4. I was an unattractive teenager.
5. I used to really like Duran Duran. And then I didn’t. And now I like them again. A bit.
6. When I was 8 I told my teacher I didn’t want to study maths anymore. I wouldn’t need it. I was going to be something you didn’t need maths for.
7. The first sex scene I ever saw was in Blow-Up. I was very young and don’t remember. My mother had to leave the cinema because I was laughing hysterically.
8. I used to ride horses a lot growing up. I miss it a lot.
My favourite colour when I was growing up was also blue…definitely NOT NOT NOT pink.
I was one of those teenagers who seem to be all gawky angles and awkwardness. Terribly skinny and shy.
And I’ve got Strawberry Blonde hair too.
But it’s the Irish bit of the family wot did it.
LE says “I’m not very random, although my mind does go all over the place all the time”
OK, then you qualify for “peripatetic”. Sounds much nicer!
Why thanks, LE! It’s only laziness that’s stopped me tracking down the convicts up the family tree. But what a treat to learn that great-great-great grandma was say, Dublin’s vilest street prostitute or Cork’s most notorious pickpocket.
Adrian, what colors arn’t there many shades of? Why not green instead?
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Incidentally, you should watch Blow-Up again, it’s great.
Conrad – Why not green instead?
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To quote Gil Scott-Heron:
The greens just don’t cut it. And every shade of blue is beautiful.
Incidentally, you should watch Blow-Up again, it’s great.
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I’ve watched Blow-Up approximately 700 times now.
What I wanna know is why isn’t anyone else playing this game?