A Game of Tag
ELizabethm and Withy Brook tagged me then Little Brown Dog, in her own words, cranked up the pressure. Thank you (I think) dear hearts. Here goes:
What are your current obsessions?
Writing. If I’m not writing, I’m thinking about writing. It’s my default mode and it’s what accounts for that faraway look in my eyes. Well, that and the drink.
What are you listening to?
As well as rocking my Spotify ‘guilty pleasures’ playlist, I’m having a bit of a vinyl revival.
Over the years I’ve lost custody of some good LPs, but my Faces (Yes? Something to say?) albums have stayed with me. I was off school with the lurgy when A Nod’s As Good As A Wink came out, and I begged Ma go into town to buy it for me. Despite protests of ‘If you think I’m asking for that you’ve got to be joking’ she did eventually cave in. I’ve also inherited my dad’s classical music collection. The only problem with those is that I occasionally select a record still bearing my dad’s fingerprints and it cuts me to the quick every time.
Which item from your wardrobe do you wear most often?
Ooh, let me see... opening walk-in ‘Sex and the City’-style closet. Oh, no! The clothes fairies have been and taken back all their ball gowns! Thank goodness for my beloved jeans!
What are you reading?
I’m glad you asked me that. I’m working my way (rather too quickly, unfortunately) through my year’s worth of Honno books. I’ve just started In Her Element [(2008) Jane MacNamee (ed.)] which is the most exquisite collection of women writers’ deep personal connections to the landscapes which have shaped their lives. Highly recommended.
I also keep a couple of volumes of poetry to hand, my enduring favourites being Poems of Love and Longing [(2008) Viv Sayer (ed.) Pont] and Emergency Kit, Poems for Strange Times [(1996) Jo Shapcott and Matthew Sweeney (ed.) Faber and Faber].
What’s for lunch?
Who cares? Unless we’re going to L’Escargot, of course.
What makes you helpless with laughter?
Actually, I do get helpless with laughter, often at the most inappropriate times and over things I really shouldn’t be laughing at. I’m put off by self-styled ‘comedians’, but adore quick wit and clever word play. My daughters make me roar with laughter and so do my lovely Ace Gang. A discussion about what we don’t like about our bodies (Haze, it was what Bob said!) the last time they were at Hotel H had me weeping with laughter.
What was the last thing you bought?
Loo rolls in Aldi. But Mil treated us both to Aldi’s new ‘Wrinkle Stop’ billed as Botox in tube. By the time you read this I shall be glowing with gorgeousity, but with a strangely immobile face.
Favourite plant of the moment?
Plant? I can’t say I have one favourite plant, but if I did, it would be the one with the miracle ingredient which could have treated pancreatic cancer so I would still have my dad.
Yes please! I rather like a glass of Talikser in bed, and, for added decadence, it must be in my favourite crystal tumbler. It depends on what time of the day it is as to how guilty a pleasure it becomes.
If you were a god / goddess, which one would you be?
Well, I’m an atheist so I wouldn’t believe in me. But if I was a dog, I’d like to be greyhound, all long lean lines and elegance. Alas, I’m more of a Jack Russell; busy, snappy and too near the ground.
Care to share some wisdom?
Be a grown-up. Take care of those who need taking care of.
Sum yourself up in a sentence
Nasty, brutish and short (see, If you were a god etc above).
Respond and rework. Answer questions on your own blog. Replace one question. Add one question. Tag some people.
I did see someone on Elizabeth’s blog who hasn’t been tagged yet; Connie, it’s over to you! And BT, revenge is mine. Tam? Stop hiding. Celtic Heart? Have you played this game yet?
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