Monday 6 April 2009

Are you sitting comfortably (numb)? And so we shall begin...

I am both thoroughly ashamed of myself and slightly defensive of my 'great binding and lasting love of pen on paper, on skin, on walls' tendencies which have, thus far, prevented me from 'blogging'.

But as another, more animated great love of my life has poked and cajoled me into this I shall answer her questions;
What is your current obsession? Silver foxes, unpicking ideas of true love, the generation gap, Bruce Springsteen, how electricity metres can possibly, in the realm of accepted physics, break someone's face...
What are you wearing right now? oddly enough a huge red checked shirt stolen from my friend Ryan (who decided it made him look fat), a newly acquired, and I hope Bowie inspired 'Let's Dance' vestt top and dos pounds pumps.
Who was the last person you hugged? Ruboo goodbyes.
If you were a tree, what tree would you be? (this is bold I don't know why) an amazing old gnarled Oak Tree that has lasted so much longer than all the buildings near by and has legends abour ghosts of hanging highway men (dandy ones) surrounding it...
What’s for dinner? my absolute Martha Stewart-esque Shortbread and Spanish hot chocolate
What was the last thing you bought? a dress which will never arrive in time for my formal. of course.
What are you listening to right now? Who's got the crack- Moldy Peaches
What is your favourite weather? late summer twilight when the air smells of lilacs and thunderstorms...how gay am I?
What’s on your beside table? About a million empty bottles of red wine, my first EVER bouquet of flowers in an old pasta jar, the broken vinyl player, various fairly out of fashion records, an old anthropology art project, a mirror which I should've put up weeks ago...
Say something to the person/s who tagged you. Ru- I'm only starting blogging because one day I hope to be as uber cool as you, though it's probably an unattainable goal guys...
If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you want it to be? Probably in Edinburgh castle or a gatehouse somewhere...
Where are you typing from right now? my abused laptop that is not even slightly pretty.
A book you're currently reading? A collection of Beat Poetry, a refreshers book on Astronomy and The God of Small Things...
What would you like to have in your hands right now? A wonderful cup of tea in one hand and a boy who once watched Spanish horror films a while ago's hand in my other
What is your favourite tea flavour? 'normal' apparently is not the right word- so English Breakfast Tea please :)
What did you eat for breakfast? the third last Oreo cookie
What did you want to become as a child? a fireman like Sam of 'Fireman Sam' fame then when I realised how much responsibility was involved, a writer, albeit one who could fly...
What is your fantasy? Working as a researcher for some fascinating university or museum department which somehow involved travelling round Eastern Europe/Russia exploring archaic, pre industrial and suspicious remnants of cultures and/or Native American reservations and myths. Then coming home to my beautiful best friends to read marlowe plays, have midnight brews, have pots and pan jamming seesions and later raise fascinating pretty children with artistic husbands who paint fairies on the ceilings...too much to ask for?


Possibly a convoluted insight into my psyche, and I'm sure I'd cringe if I re-read this but I'm just going to publish, for the eyes of my best friend super blogger.

xox