Blog Buddies Questionnaire

OK – first up – I resent the use of the term ‘blog buddies’. It makes me cringe a bit. Like we’re all amassed in some vast ethereal playground, and occasionally running up to another blogger, punching them on the arm, and thrusting a chewed-up piece of string at them to wear on their wrist as a friendship bracelet.

Which is what Our Home In The Sun did to me, bless her. And cos she’s nice (and lives in California and might invite me over for a holiday one day) I am happy to oblige. Even though this meme is a BEAST and may take me YEARS to complete.

And there are RULES, for heaven’s sake.

Rule one is: you must post the rules. Ah, right. OK. This is like that fight club I joined, yeah? Great.

Rule two: each person must post eleven things about themselves on their blog. CHRIST. What else is there for you to know? I fear you already have a surfeit of gynaecological information about me.

Rule three: Answer the eleven questions the tagger has set for you, and then think of eleven more for the people you tag.

OH MY GAWD. I’m going to be here FOR THE REST OF TIME.

Eleven Things About Me

The other day I shouted ‘hedgehog’ in Romany at a Belgian person

I first shaved my legs when I was 13

I don’t know what any of the F buttons on my laptop keyboard are for, even though they have little pictures on them, except F9, which is blank, which makes me think it can only be there for evil

I do actually really just want to be Lola from Charlie and Lola

My favourite colour is green and I love anything with a bird motif on it

When I’m old I want to live in a castle and be known as That Crazy Lady In That Castle

I think I’m good at making things out of Lego, but I’m really really not

I don’t like Christmas, or Valentine’s Day, or Easter

I’m short-sighted and squinty

I can’t do the splits, but I’ll pull a muscle trying

I would like to go on holiday by myself, nowhere exotic, just Devon (they have cream teas)

Lou’s Questions For Me Wot I Must Answer

What was the most exciting part of your day?

Um. Well, it’s only 10.57am so I’m hoping the most exciting part is to come. But I did have fun earlier when Moo was climbing, mountaineering style, on the bookshelves and I had to rescue her before she injured any of my books.

If you could have just one wish, what would you wish for?

Neverending biscuits. And MoMo’s rainbow song from Show Me Show Me to be played on repeat wherever I go.

Would you ever consider plastic surgery and if so, where?

Uh, yes, and Harley Street probably. Oh, you mean where on my body? Wherever the surgeon draws on me with a big black marker pen. They’re the expert.

What was your best subject at school?

English. And lunchtime.

Who was your first kiss?

The back of my hand. It was so romantic.

Curry or chilli?

Chilli.

If someone was to buy you a huge bouquet of flowers, what flowers would you want?

Freesias. Or tulips.

What is your favourite smell?

Perfume? Chanel No.5, though my bottle went off years ago. Otherwise? Tomato plants.

Everyone has something they are really passionate about. What are you passionate about?

Writing. Unicorns. Cheese. Moo. Blogging. Acting. Biscuits. Gin. Benedict Cumberbatch.

If you could go anywhere in the world for a dream holiday, where would you go?

Talking with someone on Twitter now about going to Havana and drinking mojitos. That’d do.

What is your favourite film of all time?

*chews own arm* If I HAD to pick just one, I’d say Spirited Away. I could watch that over and over.

Motherventing’s Questions

1. Do you have enough cheese?

2. If there was a fire in your house, what would you rescue first? (all people/animals are out safely)

3. Stripes or spots?

4. What did you dream about last night?

5. Where is it?

6. If you could lick either Jeremy Irons, Charles Dance or Alan Rickman, who would you choose and why?

7. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?

8. How many fingers am I holding up?

9. If you could travel in time, would you go back and kill Hitler before he turned into a bit of a bastard?

10. Which is worse: sneezing and weeing your pants, or farting and following through?

11. I’ve got an itch right here. Can you scratch it for me please?

Now I know I have to tag some people to waste an hour of their life to spend some quality time doing this meme, and answer my ribald and frankly ludicrous questions, and there’s only one person I want to lumber that with. And that’s my darling Not So Slummy, who now blogs under the name (Just) Above Average Mum. She knows how to handle me. I know she’ll do a sterling job.

Ah! Now that’s over with. *stares at pile of other memes I should do* Feck.

 

 

 

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