I am starting with a superfluous picture because I felt honour bound to have something blog appropriate in this post.
Sara very kindly nominated me for an Honest Blogger thing (my Latin teacher used to cane any pupil uttering the word “thing” so since I have left his control I do enjoy using that word every now and then) which involves writing ten facts about oneself and posting them on one’s blog. One is also supposed to nominate seven others for the high status of honest blogger but as I am English I worry about that seeming too much of an imposition and so I am unable to suggest others do the honest blogger.
Anyway- there is no spanking in this, nor underwear , nor anything else of that ilk so you may just wish to wait for normal service to be resumed.
1) I have recently discovered that I have a fondness for Texan accents. My accent is clipped Engli
sh (you know the kind some Americans think English people have – that is exactly how I talk) and I am a stickler for correct pronunciation. I like most accents although I rarely have a strong feeling for them. But hearing a Texan pronounce “longneck” makes me giggle and feel quite, quite delighted. And I also must admit that I think that maybe (you see how shy I am about this) er… I think a masculine voice speaking in a Texan drawl might make me feel a little squirmy in a very girly way but I will deny that from this point on. I must never be left unaccompanied in a bar in Texas.
2) I adore horror films, not the gory ones (they are not scary, just yucky) but the kind that get under your skin, keep you awake at night and make you check everything three times. These films make it impossible to sleep or t
o go into a darkened room for about three weeks but I do love, love, love to be scared out of my wits. Himself, knowing this, will seldom let me watch them which I think is most unkind. He says this is due to watching the extensive fall out that happened after watching The Shining but I maintain that there could have been a rotting woman in the bathroom and I was quite right to refuse to go anywhere near it for over two weeks. (He had another bathroom that I was quite happy with.)
3) I have a bit of a book fetish. Take me to a large book store, leave me there and I will be a happy bunny. I have a large collection of books that is half as big as it should be because when I have read a great book that I want to keep forever I have to lend it to someone and I never ge
t a single book back. I also love to be read to, it makes me feel better, no matter how awful the day has been. I do get read to and I know that I am the luckiest girl in the world every time it happens.
4) When I run I am soothed. I run slowly and I run for ages, under an hour is just not long enough. I run in woods and I run with no human company but instead with dogs. Running makes me feel better than almost anything in the world. I have had a horrid cold for about three weeks so I have not run recently and I am starting to fear for the safety of those close to me.
5) I am utterly terrified of heights. Anything from a ladder to a spiral staircase make
s me shake and go very quiet indeed. In o
rder to cure this I did a parachute jump from 14,500 feet- it made no difference although I did fall asleep on the way down so at least there is some amusing footage of me fast asleep cradled in a parachute harness whilst hurtling to the ground.
6) When I am very shocked or very scared, not horror film scared but ‘someone might be dead scared’ I fall asleep. I am the personification of calm in a crisis.
7) Poetry has always been something I love and I have a massive collection of it in my head, for some reason a lot of it is Victorian. If anyone needs a rendition of “It is Christmas Day in the workhouse” all four million verses of it- I am your girl.
8) I like watching some TV programmes for the dresses. There is almost no day (and I have had some horrid days) that Melinda’s dresses in the Ghost Whisperer cannot improve.
9) I don’t like climbing mountains but I like being at the top of them. I always walk towards the
ir lowest slopes in a strop and a sulk feeling resentful of their height and immovability. I climb in steady silence enraged and betrayed by the false tops reaching a low point of hope and energy just before I reach the summit. Once there I get very excited and can skip along ridges for hours and hours (unless they are thin ridges when I just cry. See point 5)
10) Oven gloves are not only stupid but they make me mad. Some would s
ay it is an irrational hatred but I would fight this assertation with vigour. Oven gloves take a superbly evolved part of one’s anatomy and make it useless at the time when you need it most. They are almost always ugly and designed to make you burn your feet by dropping whatever nuclear hot dish you were attempting to carry before you were tricked into using this infernal invention.
Font sizes? No- why do you ask?
Poppy, fascinating list, which for our benighted cousins across the pond, means very, very interesting.
Mountains, books and poetry, I also like horror but it has to be subtle and penetrating.
I'd like to hear your clipped English, do you mean received English, which used to be called the Queen's English and is now spoken only by the better and older BBC announcers.
Or perhaps you mean Home Counties English which is very similar to received English?
Sorry this comment is becoming a post I'll stop.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Thank you Paul and I would not know how to distinguish what my accent is. I will consider and let you know.
xxx
I love horror films! The ones that mess with your mind and keep you on the edge of your seat. I am also an avid reader. I absolutely love true crime.
Paul- I speak received English.
And Aeon's Angel- those are just my kind of films! The true crime though makes me scared to run, I keep wondering whi might be behind me. I still love reading it but maybe I shouldn't!
Howdy. Name's O'Neill. Buy you a beer, little lady? Barkeep, two longnecks.
(I don't HAVE a Texan accent, except according to Gwen who is from Bahston, but I DO a Texan accent. Also do a pretty good Jack Nicholson but that's rather beside the point.)
I squealed a little bit just then.
(His Jack Nicholson just unnerves me- The Shining anyone?)
I had hoped, hoped, hoped that a Texan living in Texas might have put a little comment on here. But that was silly of me. A girl has to dream though, whats what we do (as well as other stuff but I don't want to admit to any of that)