Thursday, November 03, 2005

At last! Something non-NaNo courtesy of the Peanut Queen.

Name someone with the same birthday as you
Malcolm McDowell, the man who killed Captain Kirk.

Where was your first kiss?
At Junior school. My terrible memory won't let me be more precise than that.

Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else's property?
Nope, not really had cause to. A friend once borrowed my bedsit and broke the bed shagging in it, though.

Have you ever hit someone of the opposite sex?
In anger, yes - and by god she was asking for it. Divorcees have put up with less than I did, and I really didn't want scalding tea thrown at me.

Also as part of foreplay, but we'll gloss over that one ahem...

Have you ever sang in front of a large group of people?
Actually, I have. I was in a choir at Senior School and we put on a musical about the Siege of Troy. It was quite an experience.

What's the first thing you notice about the preferred sex?
Footwear and bum. Don't ask.

What really turns you on?
If I listed them all, I would never meet my WriMo target. In short, one word - Charlie.

What do you order at Starbucks?
Coke and a muffin. Coffee bad.

What is your biggest mistake?
Blimey. If you'd asked me fifteen years ago, I could have given you a list as long as your arm. Now? Perhaps staying with my ex - the one I hit in anger - too long.

Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose?
Only in the sense of going for a walk when I know my Gout will be bad the next day, or having a drink of milk when I know what it'll do to my stomach, that kind of thing.

Say something totally random about yourself
I can neither confirm or deny the possibility that I might have more children than I think.

Has anyone ever said you look like a celebrity?
Yes, but drink and lust were involved, so I can pretty much discount it. Also, I don't look like them.

Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows?
I have to.

Did you have braces?
Gawd, no.

Are you comfortable with your height?
I stopped growing at five feet ten inches. Always wanted those two extra inches to make six foot.

What is the most romantic thing someone has ever done for you?
Oh no. I'm not falling into that trap. She reads this, and if I don't get the right answer, she'll kill me.

When do you know it's love?
When she can fart infront of you.

Do you speak any other languages?
French and Spanish, very very badly.

Have you ever been to a tanning salon?
Wild horses wouldn't drag me into one of those places!

What magazines do you read?
Thanks to t'internet, I haven't felt the need to buy a magazine for months. When I do, it's the occasional issue of MicroMart.

Have you ever ridden in a Limo?
A surprising amount of the taxi drivers around here own Mercs, and I got a lift home once in a Jag. That's as close as I've got so far. Thing is, those stretch limos are all plastic and fake leather and I'd really rather not bother if it's all the same to you.

Has anyone you were really close to passed away?
My Granny and Grandad. I was as close to them as anyone ever gets in my family, which isn't very, but enough to still miss them.

Do you watch MTV?
Only when flicking past on the TV. They censor too much.

What's something that really annoys you?
Mediocrity. Platitudes.

What's something you really like?
Syrup sponge pudding with cornish ice cream.

Do you like Michael Jackson?
No. I pity him.

Can you dance?
Well, I think I am.

What's the latest you have ever stayed up?
I've stayed up all day quite a few times. On Tuesday I got just half an hours sleep, if you want a recent example.

Have you ever been rushed by an ambulance to the emergency room?
Not rushed as such - it wasn't all sirens and flashing lights, but I cut my foot open on a glass - it was on the floor and shattered as I accidentally kicked it. Charlie was seven months pregnant and just about had one foot in the bath when I called her to help. She ended up washing the dog's bowl to clean the wound in, and when it was obvious it wasn't going to stop bleeding without stitches, she had to tourniquet it and get me to hospital. Thing is, I was quite calm and actually inspected the wound for shards of glass before I called her. She came in and panicked because she doesn't like the sight of blood. All in all, it was far more comical than it was a desperate emergency.

Do you read these when someone fills them out?
Of course. Voyeurism good!