The following paragraph is going to get a bit technical so do your best to keep up, kids.
I was recently ‘tagged’ by the lovely, lazy, limping londonloafing as part of a ‘Blog’ ‘meme’ (nope, me neither) designed to bring the blogging community closer together. Here’s how that works.
Nominate five other blogs in your post (All must have less than 250 subscribers)
Post five random facts about yourself.
Answer the five questions that the “tagger” has asked you, and then list your own five questions to ask others.
Let your five friends know you have tagged them by commenting on there blog/tweeting them.
Random Facts About Me
I was once offered £10,000 to spend the night with a man who was a TOTAL BELL END.
I got drunk on mescal with bikers in Spain and got them all singing Iron Maiden songs with me. Later I was escorted home by la policía.
I’m not sure how I’ll manage when Stephen King retires.
Both Alfred Hitchcock and I share ovaphobia, a fear of eggs.
All my life I’ve wanted to be a paranormal investigator
I was then asked the following questions;
What are you most looking forward to in 2013?
Ha! See this blog post. In truth, I can’t wait to see the back of this melancholy, gloom ridden, dark-cloud-doom-mongering fucking year. I am most looking forward to 12.01 on New Years Eve 2012 when I can think ‘Thank God that’s over’.
If you could travel back in time, where would you go?
Now this is a genius question and deserves an answer with much more gravitas and consideration than you’ll find here. Of all the things I’ve thought of – umasking Jack the Ripper, witnessing the birth of the Suffragette movement, sleeping with a young Mick Jagger – I think I would have to travel back to 1986 and take the part of Sarah in Labyrinth from Jennifer Connelly. I would then get to dance with David Bowie, the generously proportioned Goblin king, as 80’s special effects zoomed around my head.
Why did you start your blog?
I started my blog in order to raise some sort of awareness about Post Natal Depression and the seismic shock of having a baby. I cannot tell you HOW MANY women I have spoken with who have experienced PND to some extent which was never diagnosed, recognised or treated. There needs to be more help, more support and less belittling of other people’s parenting choices. As a new mum nothing will make you feel shitter than some moronic little dumbnuts telling you how you’re doing it wrong. Sorry this isn’t a funnier answer.
What’s the best advice you’ve ever been given?
The best advice I’ve ever had was from a sailor in Malaysia who told me ‘That man you’re with is a SHIT. You will be much happier without him’. He’s right, I was. Same sailor also told me ‘If you hold bread in your hands the fish will come’ and ‘Keep checking in your shoes for scorpions’ but he was quite drunk a majority of the time.
When were you last angry?
Angry? Rahhhhhh! Don’t make me angry! You won’t like me when I’m angry!!!!!!
Just kidding. I am, despite outward appearances, humble, sincere and polite to the point of being craven. I couldn’t frighten a kitten. I barely have authority over my own legs. Basically, I’m a sulker, not a shouter.
These are your Qs.
What is your ideal day?
If you created a religion, what would it be called?
Do you have a special talent? Tell me what it is.
Do you have a weird fear?
Up until I was born, I was going to be called ‘Zimbabwe’. Do you know what ‘other’ names you were to have been given?