Sunday, November 27, 2005

In the absence of anything contructive to write about, except a rambling piece on the mysteries being written into "Lost", here's a Meme I swear I've done before but which everyone else seems to be doing:

What is your idea of perfect happiness?
Whatever it is, it would have to be a state everyone on earth reached at the same time, otherwise, I'd be sad that someone wouldn't be experiencing it.

What is your greatest fear?
Some brain disease or other. Being trapped in a body that doesn't work, feeling your memories and intellect dying when there's nothing you can do.

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
My temper.

Which historical figure do you most identify with?
I am the emperor of Rome and the Visigoths are at the gates.

What is your greatest extravagance?
Probably the new computer.

What is your favourite journey?
Birmingham to Harlech via Bala.

What do you like most about your appearance?
When I walk out the house, I look just the way I want to.

Which living person do you most despise?
The kid who burgled us. I'd love to say Blair and Bush and so forth, but really they're just the focus for the corrupt and evil Libertarian states who control them. We look at them and condemn them while behind their facade of rulership, the real power strips away our freedom and dignity.

What is your greatest regret?
I can't make a difference yet.

When and where are you happiest?
No gout, no IBS, kids are behaving (or at school), I've had enough sleep, Charlie's happy, etc etc etc.

What is your current state of mind?
Trying not to go to the loo because I know it'll hurt like fuck. Wishing Bethan would leave the rabbit alone. Trying to watch Doctor Who.

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?
It'd be nice to make my body work properly for once. Failing that, I'd like hair that was less grey.

What do you consider your greatest achievement?
The kids.

What is your most treasured possession?
The kids.

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
Giving up.