Gilly has tagged me. Hmm… does this mean she is planning on selling me at a garage sale? I wonder how much I’m worth? Where will I get to sit? Next to the three legged chair or the discarded birdcage?
Oh, right, it’s not that kind of tag. Apparently I have to answer her 11 questions.
What was the last thing you had to drink?
Milo and milk. Boring, I know.
Do you have a plan for tomorrow?
Is this a metaphorical use of tomorrow as in future? or a literal use? I’ll go the literal. I have to go to work. Boring again!
Can you remember your first day at school and if you liked it?
No recollection whatsoever.
Have you overcome any phobias?
I’m not sure you could call them phobias. I used to have to be extra early to everything. I’ve now experienced late. I still prefer early!
Your favourite book, and why?
Easy! Alice in Wonderland. Why? I’ve loved it since I was a child and it is one of those children’s books that has so much to offer as an adult reader. It also has been interpreted by so many artists and illustrators over time that it’s like a story with sub-stories.
A link to your most popular blog post
By a long shot, it’s a nonsense one. Kind of fitting really?
Although the post on how my white cat got pink fur also rates well.
What made you laugh today?
My partner. He makes me laugh almost everyday. He sent me this photo.
Have you ever taken part in a protest?
A friend’s mum took me to one when I was in primary school. I can’t remember what it was for. I know what you’re thinking, I’m really quite dull.
Have your ever been really, REALLY scared?
Yes. A guy off his head on heroin threatened to break my jaw when I was on a train on the way to school when I was 15. He was bloody scary even though he just staggered around me and yelled a lot.
What is the strangest thing you have even eaten?
My friend who is Vietnamese once gave me soup that looked like it had floating eyeballs in it. They were a type of mushroom she said. I wasn’t convinced.
Will you go to heaven?
I’ve tried to believe as many as six impossible things before breakfast but the existence of an afterlife is not one of them. I’ll be fertiliser and my family know that they can donate any bits of me to others first if the situation suits.