I have been tagged by the weirdos: people want to know five things about me that are weird. This is not so easy as it sounds as I am inordinately not weird:
- One. I wear shorts all year round. I drove yesterday down the 401 in MEC walking shorts. No one else at the truck stops was wearing shorts. I think this makes me weird in their eyes. I think of it as merely wearing a bifurcated kilt.
- Two. I am inordinately lucky. I was abducted in a foreign country at three and mysteriously returned later by a ten year old boy who ran away before anyone thought to ask him who he was. I was deep in the Kings Cross tube station when it was just starting to burn. I missed being blown up in Paris by an early phase of islamo-fascist terrorists by the fortunate stroke of a friend needing to stop for smokes. A husky bit my face and missed taking one of either my nose or an eye by millimetres but left subtle but very cool scars.
- Three. I often think most disagreements could be settled by an hour of adult unorganized play and am certain that most workplaces need to introduce morning and afternoon recess.
- Four. I do not bleed like others. I was cut to the bone near my wrist and had to show the nurse the bone to convince her I needed stitches. When I was stitched my skin bent all the needles except the heaviest gauge.
- Five. I used to wear a particular tartan tie to court when attending before a particular Chief Justice of a particular province just to see if he got the message.
There. Now, who needs tagging? Well, all of you can post your here and for those bloggers who have yet to be tagged I pick Blork, Knut, NYCO and the Arthur/Alfons consortium.
PS: the Flea is right – “meme” is a bad word for these things. But if you spell and pronounce it a “me-me” it works.