Archive for January, 2009

7 things you may not know about me

Bruce Lawson chain-lettered Michael Grimes (aka Citizensheep), who in turn chain-lettered me into blogging about the 7 things you may not know about me.  So here we are – the good, the bad and the ugly:

  1. When no-one else is around I talk to myself. Out loud.  I have full-blown conversations with myself about things that are on my mind.  I’ve done this for as long as I can remember.  Of course, sometimes I’ll think I’m home alone when I’m actually not, which has led to some embarrassing situations.
  2. As I’m drifting off to sleep, I can hear a soft babble of voices, like I’m in a train station and can hear lots of conversations without being able to make out what people are saying.  I’ve had this for as long as I can remember.  I read a letter from a woman who had the same thing to psychic problem-solver Ruth The Truth, who told her it was ghosts trying to talk to her.  Ever since then I’ve fallen asleep with Radio 4 on.  I don’t like the idea of falling asleep to the dulcet tones of dead people.
  3. After a bad experience aged 19 to up until about two years ago, I had an overwhelming, all-consuming phobia of the dentist.  I had to go through therapy with the fantastic Beyond Fear to get it sorted out.  I can never thank Andrew Solecki enough for getting me to join a dentist after a twelve-year gap.  Amazingly, my teeth were fine.
  4. I love mind-numblingly rubbish telly.  I watch Hollyoaks, endless Friends repeats and all manner of reality telly shows.  It’s my crack, and probably the reason for my celebrity crush on Charlie Brooker.  I feel he’s the only one who would understand.
  5. I think starting blogging is one of the best things I’ve ever done.  Someone once said to me, “with your blog you’ve discovered your art form.”  I understand why some may scoff at the idea of a blogging being an art form, but I don’t care.  I feel like I’m expressing myself and being creative in a way I’ve not managed to before.  I don’t care if this sounds pretentious, I bloody love it.
  6. My current dream is to do a lone, lengthy road-trip around Ireland.  Armed with a blog, obviously.  If I won the lottery you wouldn’t see me for dust.
  7. I didn’t talk until I was three.  My parents thought there was something seriously wrong with me and took me to all sorts of specialists, until one of them concluded I was just plain lazy.  One of my earliest memories is of going to see one of these specialists and having to name plastic farmyard animals laid out on the table.  Maybe that’s the reason for Item 1 – I’m making up for lost time.

Okay, so that’s me.  It seems I have to pass the buck now.  I choose Antonio Gould, Ed Russell, Karen Strunks, Snow Blind, Ben Whitehouse, Midge Diabolik and Daniel Davies.  Have fun!

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