OK, here are the answers to the 10 Things thing:
#1 I did indeed have hair long enough to sit on. And it was a royal nuisance… I couldn’t do anything with it, it just hung there. So in the end I had 18 inches chopped off, bringing it to just below shoulder length, and it’s gone up and up from there.
#2 Piano, electric keyboard, clarinet, balaleika, 3 recorders (treble, descant, soprano), 2 penny whistles (tin and wooden), horn (of the small hunting variety), small ceramic ‘street whistle’ in the shape of a house (from Prague), and an odd hybrid reeded instrument that I picked up in Australia and now can’t remember the name of. Yes, some of those double up a bit which I guess is cheating. But I can also knock out a tune on the saxophone, guitar, violin and digeridoo (well, decent sounding noise on that last one). Oh yeah, and my primary instrument is voice. Or it was when I was actually studying it. Laaa.
#3 ‘fraid so. Went out with him from aged 15 to 18, he was nasty, jealous, vicious. Maybe not quite so nasty that he deserved a massive heart attack at 24, but I still couldn’t bring myself to be upset.
#5 I was playing down the road (back when it was relatively safe to let your five year old do such things) and this guy came up and asked me for directions to a nearby road. I knew where is was in a vague ‘somewhere over there’ sense, so I told him he could come to my house where my Mum had a map. But he insisted I could show him…. long and short of it was, my Dad came looking, the guy tried hiding us in a ditch, I called out to Dad. Police presumably dealt with guy (they knew of him), all’s well that ends well.
#6 My Dad is 15 years older than my Mum, and he’s the baby of his family – his older brother being 13 years his senior. So my cousin Malcolm and his older sister (I can’t remember which she is – oops) are older than my Mum. Malcolm calls her his little auntie. He’s evil (in the very best way, and in the tradition of our family).
#7 I was 18, he was 25, and I’m pretty sure that I was the mentally more mature. *g* Six months of extreme UST, but nothing actually kicked off until two days after my final exam (so I wasn’t in school, but was techinically still a pupil), and it was all very…. interesting. Heh.
#8 My second earliest TV memory is a Star Trek:TOS episode, and Captain Kirk and crew were my heros from that moment on. Yay Trekkiness.
#9 Despite eye tests turning out fine, there’s something going on there. My first set of stitches was after I misjudged running round the house when I was about 3 or 4 years old, and ran into the corner of it instead, splitting my head open, and the second set was when I misjudged walking past an open caravan door and hit the sharp metal edge. Both on the left side. And I walk into things a lot.
#10 About 10 years ago when we were 15-ish, we (me and Alison) were at Brands Hatch for truck racing (whee!) and while wondering around in the break we saw this guy that we were sure was off the telly, signing autographs. We couldn’t figure out who he was, so we weren’t sure if we wanted an autograph…. so we went and asked him. He got in a bit of a huff, and wouldn’t give us the autograph. Later, we discovered it was Chris Tarrent. LOL.
So three cheers to Megs, Celia and Carolyn. I’m allergic to cats, dust and pollen, but not dogs, nuts, or washing powder.
