Sunday, 17 April 2011

The Q & A session

There's this bloke up north, goes by the name of Garry, writes a pretty mean blog and makes me laugh. More to the point, his is a male voice amidst the (mainly female) bloggers. My other all-time favourite of course being Steve.
Anyway. Young Garry has tagged me. Not just any old meme, but a proper one based on The Guardian's Life & Style Q&A.

Actually I lie: he sent out a tweet asking for volunteers and I put my hand up. I am a cheap date.

I may have been drinking, but either way I was tweeting when I should have been minding the kids whilst on a short break on the Isle of Wight. By the way, apologies to the nice lady who ended up with three extra kids on her watch as I indulged my twitter withdrawal symptoms.

Right. Enough of the procrastination, let's get down to the hard graft of answering questions.

Which living person do you most admire, and why? Brazilian Babe. Anyone who puts up with my antics, allows me to enter her in races without her permission (or knowledge), can hold a coherent conversation during training sessions, AND is my conscience when my opinionated views take flight - which is pretty frequent - merits top spot in my books. 

Plus I am hoping that by nominating her she might actually let me beat her next time we race together.
When were you happiest? This morning, when I woke up and all my faculties were still intact.
What was your most embarrassing moment? Which one? How about driving up Richmond Hill too close to parked vehicles, taking the wing mirror off OH's car, returning home and totally omitting to tell him? Only for it to be fixed and for me to repeat the whole saga a mere month later? 
Aside from property, what’s the most expensive thing you’ve bought? That I've bought? Probably the go-cart that doubles as a car that OH 'bought' and then told me I was 'going halves' in? Needless to say, I have been far more careful with my 'touch driving' in this vehicle (see above).
What is your most treasured possession? I would have said my wetsuit, but I have been reminded that it is actually not mine, it belongs to Geordie Girlfriend. So, that noted, I will say, uhmm... my vintage swimming cap. It had such an effect on another blogger last year when she came to visit, she even made me a badge.

This is not me, btw.
I don't wear red lippy in the pool
Where would you like to live? Buck Palace would be nice but the heating bills I imagine would be astronomical. Plus there are those pesky corgis always under your feet. Mind you, they would make a nifty pair of slippers.

Hamish: Smile Prudence, that LCM is putting us on her blog
Prudence: Oooh, oooh, so exciting, I might just leave a puddle behind

Hamish: I think I liked her better before we were stuffed
Prudence: Is that what this is?

What’s your favourite smell? Clean training kit.
Who would play you in the film of your life? Toni Collette. As she was in Muriel's Wedding. And with the same soundtrack.

Agnetha: OMG - it that who I think it is?
Frida: Don't be daft, it's only that dippy bird LCM

Failing that, Pippi Longstocking.

Many similarities. Especially the monkey on the shoulder.

What is your favourite book? Anything that does not contain antics by Chip, Biff and Kipper. I am on round three now and cannot wait for it to be over. Thank heavens for Kevin.
What is your most unappealing habit? Lack of volume control when yelling at talking firmly to the children.
What would be your fancy dress costume of choice? Little Bo Peep. Me and all the sheep. Although my colleagues at work probably already see me trussed up as a School Mistress, complete with ruler to hand to rap over miscreants' knuckles. Order! 
What is your earliest memory? Pulling out carrots from the vegetable patch with my maternal grandfather. And then trying to stuff them back in the ground if they were too small. Clue: it did not work.
What is your guiltiest pleasure? Singing loudly whilst driving to work and kidding myself that I, too, could have been a rock star. Or a dancer. Until I remember this
What do you owe your parents? More phone calls.
To whom would you most like to say sorry, and why? The neighbour whose straggly 'plants' I mistook for weeds and pulled out when tidying up the communal garden, many years ago pre-children when we lived in Putney. Although they were pretty ropey, let's be honest. And if you really, really cared about them, you would have at least watered them. A couple of times. Even once, maybe?
What or who is the greatest love of your life? My washing machine. I am obsessed. 
What does love feel like? Like being yelled at by a coxswain during the Fours Head to 'Keep going, you're almost there," only to realise that, actually, you are half way (insert random swear words here). It does not help that you are traveling backwards and cannot actually see where you are heading.
What was the best kiss of your life? The one that hussy stole from Daniel Craig. It was mine, I tell you, mine!
Which words or phrases do you most overuse? Efficient.
And effective. I think my team at work are now keeping tabs on how often I say this in any single meeting. Also, "What part of 'No' do you not understand?".
Oh, and "So much egg on their face, they'll be wading through omlette for ages to come." Good, eh?
What is the worst job you’ve done? Changing nappies.
If you could edit your past, what would you change? Not nappies.
What is the closest you’ve come to death? See above.
What do you consider your greatest achievement? Buying a condenser dryer. Even OH has to concede I was right on this one.
When did you last cry, and why? When I tried to bake a cake and then remembered why I only do 'shop bought'. Even the dog refused to eat it.
How do you relax? Sorry? What? Possibly when the batteries run flat.
What single thing would improve the quality of your life? A laundry fairy.
What is the most important lesson life has taught you? Don't overdo the energy drinks and power shots before a race. After you have already had a coffee.

Ta-dah! Done. Now over to these lovely people. Let's see what they come up with.

Glen's Life (another bloke - yay!)
and last, but not least, Shit Mummy.

Plus one late edition (otherwise I will rue the day) All Fooked Up.

The rules? Answer the same questions, and then nominate some other bloggers. Catch!

p.s. If you've already been tagged on this one, then just keep quiet, okay? Geez...


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