Kreativ Blogger

The lovely Rosiero has very kindly passed on to me the Kreativ Blogger award – which I accept with a smile and a blush and a very big thank you.

The rules are as follows:

Thank the person who gave this to you.
Copy the logo and place it in your blog.
Link the person who nominated you.
Name 7 things about yourself that no one would really know.
Nominate seven ‘Kreativ Bloggers.’

After almost four years of blogging and having dipped into my archives to check, I’ve reached the sad conclusion that I’ve told you guys absolutely everything there is to know about me. Seriously. No page has been left unturned, no story left untold. Well, except for the one where I drank three quarters of a bottle of Sambuca, hit on a nineteen year old Australian backpacker and dragged him back to my house by his ears.

That was number one by the way.

My son Dan reckoned he could come up with at least three things I hadn’t told you, but I’m not giving him the opportunity because I know they’ll be highly embarrassing. (Dan – if you go anywhere near the comments section, I’ll pull your leg hairs out with my tweezers.)

Shut up Ronnie – I DO own tweezers.

So…here goes. Searching for number two. This is gonna be hard.

(2) I’ve had 25 jobs in my life – so far. One of the ones in the bottom 20 was cold calling potential customers whilst sitting in a shitty office with a well fingered edition of The Phone Book and trying to sell them exterior pebble-dash wall coating. I quit after about three weeks when every man I asked for on the phone was apparently dead.

(3) I know the entire script (including the song lyrics and the audience participation script) of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I was also – once upon a time – the best Magenta this side of Transylvania.

Uh huh.

(God, I kill myself sometimes.)

(4) Hardly anyone knocked on my door on Halloween of 2007 and half the sweets we’d bought were wasted. No-one knocked on my door on Halloween of 2008 and all of the sweets were wasted. So this year I didn’t buy any sweets and when someone actually knocked this year, I had to give him a pound. When someone else knocked two hours later, I opened the door and screamed my face off, as loud as I could. He ran down the path, almost fell down the steps, and I haven’t seen him since.

(5) There are angels in the sky, with halos. I have proof.

Told you.

(6) Rob, quite often, wears my clothes. I’m not talking fishnets and stilettos (because my mirror couldn’t cope with seeing me in fishnets and stilettos), but random, everyday stuff. This morning he wore my jumper. Last week he wore my knitted boots. The morning after he wore my knitted boots he was sporting a pair of scarlet-red Japanese pyjamas. Once he wore my knickers home. I have pictures of him in a pink skirt and boob tube.

He is so going to kill me.

I guess that wasn’t about me, so it doesn’t count. I would go back and delete it, but hey…what the hell. He always likes a bit of a mention.

(6. Again.) I tried numerous times to get through to Sky last night to book the David Haye fight. It was a pointless exercise because the lines were completely jammed. So we listened to it on the radio; with me giggling to myself that all those silly people had just paid almost £15 for what would obviously last about 25 seconds.

He went twelve rounds and won.
I stopped giggling.
Then I watched it for free this morning on You Tube.
Yay for You Tube.

(7) This video makes my heart go funny. (The lovely, adorable and ever so crazy Tallis, who I miss muchly.)

It’s my blog and I can write ‘muchly’ if I want, even if word underlines it in red pen.

Hallelujah

So that’s it. I hope you feel a little more acquainted with me.

OK….I need to choose 7 Kreativ people.

I daren’t send this to anyone who would bang on about the fact that Kreativ is in fact spelt with a C and with an E on the end, so that’s Dan and Nick out.

Ummm…

I would choose Suldog but he’d hate it. He HATES memes.
Evening has stopped blogging.
Shelly has temporarily gone AWOL.
Ted is no longer. (Hello Ted? Are you there? I miss you.)
David is hiding in the dark someplace. GET OUT!
And I think everyone else has done this already.
If you haven’t, feel free to run with it.

Actually, I’ve changed my mind.
I challenge 7 Facebook friends (you know who you are, the ones who say: “Huh? What’s a blog?”)  to complete this in their NOTES section.

C’mon. Show me you can write more than a sentence about Jedward or the weather.