This meme has managed to insinuate its way into here, so I’d better respond to it.
There’s only one rule: you get only one word.
Yourself: Depressed Your Partner: Sexy Your Hair: Greying Your Mother: Ninety-Two Your Father: Dead Your Favorite Item: Camera Your Dream Last Night: Anxiety Your Favorite Drink: Beer Your Dream Car: None Your Dream Home: Tidy The Room You Are In: Study Your Fear: Poverty Where Do You Want To Be In 10 Years: Retired Who You Hung Out With Last: Friends What You’re Not: Fit Muffins: Mules One of Your Wish List Items: Japan Time: Midday Last Thing You Did: Email What Are You Wearing: Nothing Your Favorite Weather: Sunshine Your Favorite Book: Dance Last Thing You Ate: Tablets Your Mood: Lazy Your Best Friends: Local What Are You Thinking About Right Now: Sleep Your Car: None Your Summer: Seaside What’s on your TV: Politics What is your weather like: Raining When Is the Last Time You Laughed: Yesterday Your Relationship Status: Happy
Feel free to allow this to insinuate its way into your mind/weblog as well. 🙂
Being British is about driving in a German car to an Irish pub for a Belgian beer, then while travelling home, grabbing an Indian curry or a Turkish kebab on the way, to sit on Swedish furniture and watch American shows on a Japanese TV.
And the most British thing of all? Suspicion of all things foreign!
Only in Britain can a pizza get to your house faster than an ambulance.
Only in Britain do supermarkets make sick people walk all the way to the back of the shop to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front.
Only in Britain do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries and a DIET coke.
Only in Britain do banks leave both doors open and chain the pens to the counters.
Only in Britain do we leave cars worth thousands of pounds on the drive and lock our junk and cheap lawn mower in the garage.
Only in Britain do we use answering machines to screen calls – and then have call waiting so we won’t miss a call – from someone we didn’t want to talk to in the first place!
Only in Britain are there disabled parking places in front of a skating rink.
NOT TO MENTION…
3 Brits die each year testing if a 9v battery works on their tongue.
58 Brits are injured each year by using sharp knives instead of screwdrivers.
31 Brits have died since 1996 by watering their Christmas tree while the fairy lights were plugged in.
19 Brits have died in the last 3 years believing that Christmas decorations were chocolate.
British Hospitals reported 4 broken arms last year after Christmas cracker pulling accidents.
18 Brits had serious burns in 2000 trying on a new jumper with a lit cigarette in their mouth.
A massive 543 Brits were admitted to A&E; in the last two years after trying to open bottles of beer with their teeth.
5 Brits were injured last year in accidents involving out-of-control Scalextric cars.
And finally …
In 2000 eight Brits were admitted to hospital with fractured skulls incurred whilst throwing up into the toilet.
Pondering in the Rain, originally uploaded by kcm76.
This week’s self-portrait: 52 Weeks 5/52, 2008 week 13.
As I took this standing outside the doctor’s this morning I thought we might have 13 medical things to go with it (mainly for the Flickr “Thirteen Things” group …
I’ve never yet broken a bone in my body.
I’ve had all the usual childhood illnesses except mumps.
I’m short sighted and have worn glasses since my mid-teens.
I have type 2 diabetes.
I had my appendix out when I was 28.
I had glandular fever when I was 32, and had 3 months of a nice hot summer off work.
I suffer from hayfever; and with me the allergy really is to some species of grass pollen.
I have obstructive sleep apnoea; this means I have to wear a mask at night with gentle air pressure pumped into it to keep my airway from collapsing.
I was born with a deformed nail on my right index finger; everyone who noticed it assumed that I had damaged it in an accident. I finally had the nail permanently removed after I did rip it off by accident.
When I was a kid of 6 or 7 I would have a week off school every term with a high fever (nothing else, just the fever). No-one knew why, but our old family doctor eventually suggested my parents take me off sugar; so no sweets for years, but no fever either. I still don’t know why it worked or what the underlying cause was.
I’ve lost count of the number of crowns I have; it’s at least six. But none caused by an accident; all due to teeth falling apart.
I’ve had a cartilage operation on both knees (at different times) and my knees still give me pain. But then apparently I also have the beginnings of arthritis in my knees; not surprising as my father had severely arthritic knees.
I suffer from depression; Churchill’s “black dog”. It’s worse in winter as I am slightly afflicted with SAD as well.
What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?
Ideas in the comments, please!
Me? I’d buy a lottery ticket to win a nice big jackpot, so I can afford to retire. Or would I be altruistic and magic away religion, politics and war? 🙂
PS. I stole the quote from a photograph on Flickr.
Here’s this week’s self-portrait. I was mucking about and decided to try something different: this is a composite of 4 frames taken under identical conditions — well I had only to swivel my chair! I’m not sure if it works, but it’s different.
Eccentric looks at life through the thoughts of a retired working thinker
