Cards and 10 weird things about me
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A quick note while I'm here - I still have things to post out to people. So if you get a card in February with a picture of a half naked ice skating man on the front and Merry Christmas written across it, that will be me. I'll just be over here, behind the times. Ummm. The cards are too good to waste, seriously.
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Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose10 people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks.
My grandad had a toy stuffed tiger that he brought back from India after WWII. Unfortunately, it was made of some kind of bristle, was not cuddly and was afflicted with the mange and bald patches. We loved it anyway.
I was an incurable bed wetter (as a child!) and used to try and hide the sheets. Strangely, my mum always found them.
When I was 10 I met HE Todd in the Long Eaton library children's section, and correctly answered the question: what was Bobby Bristow's favourite type of sandwich?
More past glory - when I was about seven years old, my mum helped me draw a picture of a witch on a broomstick for the Long Eaton library Halloween painting competition and I won a prize! The prize was a Ladybird book of Dinosaurs and some giant chews.
I had a job where I dressed up as a geisha (in a very very bad wig) and folded origami in shopping centres.
I have amassed a large collection of buttons, some of which are antique.
Once I went to Paris and sold tacky jewellery on the streets around Les Halles. I met this incredibly pretty man who wore feathers tied round his neck and looked aloof, like a lonely goth giraffe, even though he was surrounded by a gang of friends. They translated to me that he 'liked my look'. Our romance was tragically cut short by the arrival of the gendarmes.
There is only one proper mole on my body, on my left shoulder blade.
In Barbra Streisand's song 'I am a woman in love' where she sings 'It's a right I defend', I always hear it as 'It's a right-eyed offence' even though I know the proper words. A very Hakkai-flavoured lyric, that.
I hate answering the phone but once I'm on it I love it.
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