Seven marginally interesting things

I got tagged by mrs_karen_bear on this seven interesting things meme that's going around. Now I normally - with lapses - just ignore memes. I have switched my position from 'I don't do memes' to 'I rarely do memes' because if anyone checks, there are one or two on this journal, despite myself.

The thing about the seven interesting things meme, however, is that once I started thinking about it, virtually nothing popped into my head, or rather, fewer than seven that I am willing to write about popped into my head. Here's the best I can manage. Ideas of what constitutes 'interesting' may vary:

• I was once ejected from a football game by the police for foul language. It was at the Molineux in the late 70s and a Norwich player had just done a particularly nasty tackle on Derek "Squeak" Parkin. I deployed my vocabulary to its fullest and the constabulary disapproved.



• At a friend's birthday party at Oxford University (he went there; I didn't) I got so drunk that in the wee small hours of the morning I was ill in every receptacle in the room I was staying in. Ill to the extent that a button mushroom came down my left nostril... Later that morning I was sitting in an arm chair awaiting the call of the Reaper with a portrait of Cardinal Newman glaring balefully down at me.



• I rarely draw or paint these days, despite it being a putative hobby. I finally worked out a few months ago it is because I have no one I see regularly who does artwork, so I don't get jealous and try to beat them. I'm not sure what this says about my personality other than 'lazy git'.



• I like the idea of being a published novelist far more than I like the idea of writing a novel. Far, far more.



• I firmly believe that if you look hard enough, there is a type of cheese that will go with any other foodstuff. I shall entertain no debate on this point. No, really: I did once and ended up in a very long piece of on-journal correspondence about it. I won, I might add.



• I used to hold - and presumably still do - the Wolverhampton Polytechnic record of 28 consecutive 8 ball defeats at pool. My actual continuous losing record is much longer than that, but I managed to sink a couple of balls straight from the break. Accidentally.



• On my first proper date with Furtle, I ensured that I had a big bag of marshmallows to feed us in case we ran out of conversation. It was an in joke: we had discovered chatting on occasions beforehand that we both liked marshmallows and we agreed that they were a good way to break the ice. So when I found myself drying up conversationally, I brandished the marshmallows and made her larf and larf.

On such sound foundations is romance based.

Not really that interesting, really, but all I can think of.

Seven marginally interesting things

I got tagged by mrs_karen_bear on this seven interesting things meme that's going around. Now I normally - with lapses - just ignore memes. I have switched my position from 'I don't do memes' to 'I rarely do memes' because if anyone checks, there are one or two on this journal, despite myself.

The thing about the seven interesting things meme, however, is that once I started thinking about it, virtually nothing popped into my head, or rather, fewer than seven that I am willing to write about popped into my head. Here's the best I can manage. Ideas of what constitutes 'interesting' may vary:

• I was once ejected from a football game by the police for foul language. It was at the Molineux in the late 70s and a Norwich player had just done a particularly nasty tackle on Derek "Squeak" Parkin. I deployed my vocabulary to its fullest and the constabulary disapproved.



• At a friend's birthday party at Oxford University (he went there; I didn't) I got so drunk that in the wee small hours of the morning I was ill in every receptacle in the room I was staying in. Ill to the extent that a button mushroom came down my left nostril... Later that morning I was sitting in an arm chair awaiting the call of the Reaper with a portrait of Cardinal Newman glaring balefully down at me.



• I rarely draw or paint these days, despite it being a putative hobby. I finally worked out a few months ago it is because I have no one I see regularly who does artwork, so I don't get jealous and try to beat them. I'm not sure what this says about my personality other than 'lazy git'.



• I like the idea of being a published novelist far more than I like the idea of writing a novel. Far, far more.



• I firmly believe that if you look hard enough, there is a type of cheese that will go with any other foodstuff. I shall entertain no debate on this point. No, really: I did once and ended up in a very long piece of on-journal correspondence about it. I won, I might add.



• I used to hold - and presumably still do - the Wolverhampton Polytechnic record of 28 consecutive 8 ball defeats at pool. My actual continuous losing record is much longer than that, but I managed to sink a couple of balls straight from the break. Accidentally.



• On my first proper date with Furtle, I ensured that I had a big bag of marshmallows to feed us in case we ran out of conversation. It was an in joke: we had discovered chatting on occasions beforehand that we both liked marshmallows and we agreed that they were a good way to break the ice. So when I found myself drying up conversationally, I brandished the marshmallows and made her larf and larf.

On such sound foundations is romance based.

Not really that interesting, really, but all I can think of.