The evil Sin has tagged me, the gobsite, and I thought he liked me!

The rules are as follows:

each player lists 8 facts about themselves, the rules of the game appear before the facts do the player ends by tagging 8 people, which means listing their names and then going to their blogs to tell them that they’ve been tagged, then going back and commenting on their lists.

  • I am to be a best man for the first time in 2009 (I have twice been an usher, though I have a habit of being either intercontinental or in hospital when people get married!), it is scarcely credible just how honoured I am!
  • I was pronounced ESN (Educationally Sub-Normal) aged 7. The educational psychologist my Mother brought in for a second opinion said I was most likely bored, probably dyslexic and that my memory was significantly cleverer than I was!
  • I have been told at various points in my life that I am dyslexic, bi-polar and obsessive compulsive, I have always been a little reticent to do anything about it because I am also very lazy!
  • The taste of tomato makes me honk, I can for some reason eat it as a base for italian food provided it is pureed but chunks of it and I’m blowing chunks. People ask me how can I possibly live without tomato. I usually tell these fuckwits that it is surprising how quickly you find a way when the alternative is to reacquaint yourself with your dinner some moments later.
  • I panic when things flap around my face. I was kept hostage in my living room last Summer for 4 hours by an errant bat, my Mother, between her guffaws, told me it was probably more scared than I was, both the bat and I managed to control our urge to shit on the carpet! “It can’t hit you it has sonar!” “Yeah Ma and it’s sonar was so bloody good it flew into my fecking flat!”
  • For nearly a year when I was 20 I worked as a lumberjack. I did not wear women’s clothing, but I did hang around in bars!
  • I am an atheist but I have lived with a ghost, it made noises, I thought it was a burglar and called the police and fecked off to me best mate’s for the night. The Plod shat themselves but didn’t find anything. After that I just talked to it. It wasn’t much of a conversationalist but never did me any harm.
  • I have occasionally had things published, the highest profile of which being a thoroughly riveting article on the Eschede train crash in Germany and its implications for risk management, for a globally-distributed insurance publication. However I have never been paid for something I have written and consequently cannot claim to be a professional writer.

I shall now besmirch my good name by tagging:

Big John
Sister Spikey Mace
Bob Red

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