Yes, I’ve been tagged by the Loud Mouth Man to do the Boast Post – the fascinating fragments of my past that intrigue and perplex my readers. Well, here they are: -
This is not my first time.
I’ve shot my bolt with this already; tagged by Blue Knitter last summer, my previous ‘eight things’ are weird, wacky, wonderful – and true in every word. Promise me it won’t colour how you think of me, and you can read them here.
My first ever schoolgirl crush was on Peter Davison.
I was about 12 years old when he took on the role of Doctor Who. He was cool, he was smooth and he had a stick of celery in his coat. What more could a girl need? Wonderfully, when he signed at the London Megastore last month, he was still gorgeous!
I’ve performed in the Royal Albert Hall.
It was singing Verdi’s ‘Requiem’ and I was only in the chorus, but I still feel the intensity of belonging to something that uplifting and powerful. Alas, my voice now suffers from years of rugby songs round bonfires – but I still sing to the CD when there’s no-one home.
I was the first girl in my school Cadet Force to reach the rank of Sergeant.
Even when I reached the VIth form, Ardingly was still 75 – 80% male – and my high-pitched drill and field commands were the subject of much hilarity among my deeper-voiced counterparts!
I can’t drive.
No, I’ve never learned to drive. It’s not even, ‘I can drive but I’ve never passed my test’; I genuinely can’t drive. I’m not entirely sure why. I guess I’ve just never got around to it.
I’ve shared a house with a drug dealer.
He was only dealing pot, but the colourful characters turning up at all hours of the night still make me smile. At one point, there was a hookah in the living room with a bowl the size of my cupped hands and a pipe that reached out of the door and halfway up the stairs…
I was once offered a job as a professional cage dancer. Apparently.
About ten years ago, a guy gave me his card in a fetish club and told me to call him, there were employment opportunities awaiting a girl of my… ah… skills. While the card did say ‘talent agency’, I have a feeling the promise wasn’t quite what it appeared to be!
I owe my current job to complete coincidence.
One vaguely normal one to finish: in September 2003, I happened to be staying in Bristol with a couple of mates. Nick happened to pick up the Saturday Guardian, lying by us in the pub. John, joking, passed me the employment section and said ‘you could get this job’.
So I did.
The rest, of course, is fantasy.
Ian Cook at http://twofishandabox.blogspot.com/
John Hood at http://www.generationstarwars.com/
John Rivers at http://thepolicebox.blogspot.com/
Rowan Stanfield at http://rowstar.blogspot.com/
Dave Wares at http://davesphotogallery.blogspot.com/