Wednesday, December 09, 2009
There is a meme doing the rounds of bloggers where you are supposed to write six things about yourself that people will not know. My friend Nigel mentioned it in his blog.
What a great idea! I thought. But, hang on a minute, I added, there is very little that people do not know about me as I tend to discuss my innermost feelings with all and sundry like a member of the Chattering Order of St Beryl. This entire blog is a list of my secrets and it’s a lot longer than six items long.
Anyway, let’s see if I can get to six …
- I hate marzipan. It is the most disgusting, vile-tasting, horridly textured gloop you can ever imagine. Why anyone would like it is beyond me. And don’t get me started on processed cherries or beer. I have tried beer a couple of times in my life but never really developed a taste for it. I know I could keep trying and then get to like it but I really don’t see why I should. Wine and cider appeal more to my sweet tooth.
- I waited until I was in my thirties before deciding that I needed to tell people I was gay. With few exceptions they all knew anyway. That probably isn’t something that isn’t known about me. What really isn’t known is that I liked it when people were surprised. The best was when a former boss actually jumped when I told him.
- Werewolf movies give me the willies although I am fine with vampire pictures. If I see a werewolf movie, I have trouble sleeping because I think I hear them coming up the stairs. I am aware of the potential for psychoanalysis and that werewolves can represent our baser animal sides while vampires are more urbane and suave. Just put your notebook away, Dr Freud.
- I secretly wish I had ambition. No, it’s true. I was always jealous of colleagues at work and fellow students at school and university who knew what they wanted to do with their lives and had a Plan and were going to stick with it. I never really knew what I wanted to do.
- I did have ambitions when I was a kid but they were a bit stupid. I wanted to be an astronaut, for instance, or I wanted to marry the Queen. Probably both were shortcuts to fame and glory resulting in frequent appearances on television. Anyway, the Queen is already married (and really isn’t my type anyway), I feel ill when I go over a humped bridge so space-travel is out of the picture and I get tongue-tied talking with 6 people so goodness knows what would happen if I managed to get on TV.
- I have inherited only enough of my father’s dexterity with brushes, hammers and other manly power tools to know that I am no good at DIY.