It’s the weekend, therefore I must’ve been tagged (again).This time, it’s courtesy of darling Chippy, who is getting his own back after I nabbed him last weekend.
I thought this blogging lark allowed one to be enigmatic. However, I feel my secrets are being chipped away, bit by bit…
This week’s eight random facts are:
1. I was born on the same day that Brian Jones of the Rolling Stones was buried.
3. I was expelled from play school. My mother was mortified.
4. The first single I bought was The Tide is High, by Blondie.
5. My favourite smell is the Grey Mare’s neck in summer.
6. I once told Rolf Harris to f*** off over the phone. I thought he was a colleague messing around. Fortunately, Mr Harris rang back and saw the funny side.
7. My first toe is longer than my big toe. Apparently that means I am of Viking stock.4. The first single I bought was The Tide is High, by Blondie.
5. My favourite smell is the Grey Mare’s neck in summer.
6. I once told Rolf Harris to f*** off over the phone. I thought he was a colleague messing around. Fortunately, Mr Harris rang back and saw the funny side.
8. I refuse to do another tag until at least September.
22 comments:
No, No, No - leave this tagging thing along - it is the electronic version of those chain letters. Once you have your mystery removed you can never regain it. The problem about saying 'until September' is that it is a bit like saying to kids 'no ice cream for at least 3 hours after lunch' - it guarantees that after an hour they will start trying their luck...
Anon, if they try their luck, I shall stick my fingers in my ears and go: "la, la, la..." ad infinitum ...
Fair point - anyway don't you think Tony Blair would be better employed trying to get Shakespeare's Sister back together than making even more of a fist of the Middle East than he has done already ? It might go some way to paying penance for his sins..
I think the best thing Tony Bliar (sic)could do for the nation would be to diappear quietly ...
July 10th 1969! I remember that day well. There was a thunderstorm and the gods were not happy. That makes you pretty much 40 years old! Well, give or take a year... You are quite old! To stay young I prescribe regular and intimate exercise with understanding and supportive gentlemen like me. Up one two three four! Stop that groaning!
expelled from PLAY SCHOOL?!??? Whatever FOR?????
YP, I am not 40 for a couple of years you cheeky monkey ...However, people tell me I don't look my age...
Jenny, I climbed up some railings and the other kids copied me - therefore, I was made anexample off. Not fair, at all!
M&M - being expelled is not something to be ashamed of - I was expelled from the Brownies - one of my proudest moments, shrugging off that ghastly uniformed homogeneous quasi-military weirdness. But have to say, delighted that Rolf showed his ever present soft side. Rolf for PM I say.
l remember watching brian jones's funeral procession heading towards cheltenham crematorium from the sitting room windows.
Isn't that the appropriate reaction to Rolf Harris?
but we love hearing all of your secrets M&M!
When he rang back, did Rolfie say, 'Do you know who it is, yet?'
I was always told that having your first toe longer than your big toe meant that you are a witch. That's what I tell my grandmother in law anyway!
Expelled from play school!!! Shocking! I am very impressed.
Mopsa, I think of it as a badge of pride - I was an individual even then ...
MB, are you from Cheltenham?
Tut, tut, SAHD, he was lovely!
NMO, if I kept telling them, they would no longer be secrets...
LOL, OM...
IMB, I'm a bit that way inclined too ...
Thankyou Lady M...
You told Rolf Harris to do what?
Come on sweetie, tell us the rest of that story...
Rolf Harris, lol. An Australian only the British could accept. Just like Steve Irwin who was accpeted more by Americans than the people in his own island-home.
Sorry to read you made an example of in playschool. That sucks. I've been down that road many times.
Do you think blogging is a bit like dating then - you have to keep something back?
My brother and I were visited by the police when we were about 8 and 10 respectively for snipping a hole in the fence round the neighbouring cricket pitch, so we could sneak in when it was locked up. My mother was mortified.
DM, Rolf rang up as arranged by someone else in the newsroom. I wasn't aware he was due to be calling and he put on a silly Geordie accent. He was actaully a sweetheart after a grovelled ...
Orhan, Rolf is lovely!
Absolutely, Marianne. What is the point is you know everythign about someone? :)
Mr Mags met Rolf once and has been entranced ever since. So you are not alone in the Rolf fan club.
Well done you...again! I think there should be a rule that you can only be tagged once...interesting toes you have M&M....;-)
If this toe thing is true.I have norse ancestry. Strangly,the other half's surname is of nordic origin but no long toe. This may be an urban myth
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