Oh Hell 5 things about me...
1. In 2001 I won an 'I love Robbie Williams' competition run by his book publishers. I had to convince them that I loved him more than any other bookseller.
2. Aged 7, I had a lucrative sideline from Sister's boyfriends who would pay well to make me go away.
3. Alick Rowe named a character in a book Frankie after me.
4. I appeared on tv in the 'elite athlete' enclosure on Grandstand at the start of the 2005 Hydro-Active 5k run in Hyde Park. I had wandered in by mistake thinking it was the slow lane.
5. I spent 2 years convinced I was pregnant when, aged 10, I kissed a boy and Tricia Murray told me that the spit would go into my tummy and make me have a baby.
Now the hard bit - the five Tags
1. Petunia who gardens with snakes.
2. Gordon M after Spouse broke his arm on a bike ride, what makes a cyclist tick?
3. UK Bob - Love the new look blog and have just spotted that you have been tagged elsewhere.
4. Claire's Garden - It's partly because of Claire that we are moving, after reading her blog those magic words, "you could canoe to the pub from here" sold the idea to me.
5. Greenmantle - It's been a long time since the goodbye posting and we need some more.
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Oh Crikey, this is hard! Here's the first bit; tags may have to wait a day or two until I've worked out how to do it (Oi baint an expert like you. Anyway, here goes with 5 things you didn't know about me:
1 Fell into a horsetrough aged 3 and was sinking for the 3rd time when hauled out. Caused a fear of water which lasted till my 30s when I learnt to swim badly (think I was supposed to learn to swim well)
2 Born into a house with an earth closet for sanitation (now you know how I know about night-soil!!), paraffin lamps for lighting and cooking on a coal range. And I'm not very old at all really.
3 Was evicted aged 11 from our tied cottage and moved, on the back of an open lorry, to a new house, desperately clutching the mattress I knew I had to sleep on that night. Eee, it were grim up north.
4 Have since slept, variously, in a disused railway tunnel, on a Turkish rubbish tip, in someone's (Turkish) marrow patch, and once woke on a Turkish beach with a dog about to pee on my head. All this during a 6 week rough and ready (you'd never have guessed would you?)trip to Turkey in 1971
5 And have a Geordie alter ego (I come from the North East but moved to Sheffield in 1968 and lost most of the accent a long time ago) called Thompson Dixon. Surnames as first names is quite common in the N East, eg Robson Green. Thompson Dixon was a real person, now dead, who I think was my mother's uncle or cousin or some such - you don't grasp this when you're young.
As I work with fellow Geordies, when times get hard we have conversations with our imaginary friends Billy, Bobby and Thompson Dixon which run along the lines of:
Eee Billy, said Bobby
Eee Bobby, said Billy
Why yer Bugger, said Thompson Dixon.
We feel sure there is a child's first reader in there somewhere but the idea may need some development?
Tags to follow. G
Ok! You got me! I blogged, so I did!
When I was in infants school my mum told me if I kissed the boys my teeth would fall out, and I did, and they did so she was right.
So what key clincher was it in your application that swayed the Robbie awards jury then?
I said it must be love to make a woman in her 30s want to throw her knickers at him which was a bit of a lie but I won a digital camera, a signed book and a t-shirt.
What makes a cyclist tick? It's the sound - the complex click of a derailleur gear as we whirr down the road, sleek and sinuous as a mechanical weasel.
Wait...this is what I get for not checking in on you for one day or two! I just saw Greenmantle's (good call on waking him up too) and thought - I'm glad I've not been caught. Now what? Ok, if I must...
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