I have constantly recurring dreams (at least once or twice a week
for decades now) all to do with flying – missing a flight, forgetting
to pack, being in a plane crash, in strange airline seats etc. It’s
exhausting.
I used to be a tech-head: I can write html and I am A+ Certified – that means I’m qualified to fix personal computers. It's why I use a Mac.
I was written about in The Lancet by a speech therapist because the
roof of my mouth almost doesn’t join (I was close to having a cleft
palate) and I had a subsequent speech impediment. They’re now all
wishing they’d never taught me to speak.
I never grew underarm hair.
I spent more than forty years thinking that the London cab in the
Free Parking spot on a Monopoly board was actually an old fashioned
telephone. It didn’t even occur to me to wonder why it was there.
After my father died four years ago I discovered that the surname I had grown up with wasn’t actually our legal surname.
I have an illogical fear of speaking on the phone and have had
hypnotherapy and psychotherapy for it over the years, to no avail.
When I met my [future] husband we didn’t like each other. But I
spontaneously kissed him to make my ex jealous. And that’s where it all
started…
I do a secret thing for luck before I get on any plane. It’s my only superstition and I’ve done it for 40 or so years.
I have a reaction to the sulphites in white wine and champagne and I
will vomit even after one glass. Unless it’s VERY expensive (in which
case I’ll duct-tape my mouth!).
I spent 3 days in a
psychiatric hospital last year by accident. I thought it was going to be
a bit of a spa. Admittedly, I wondered why I was able to claim it on
Medicare.
I once danced on stage with Bob Geldof then went
back to his hotel on the tour bus with the band. They harmonized ‘The
Lion Sleeps Tonight’ and I was very disappointed at the state of what
they were calling 'punk'.
I was engaged for a night to an MP
(military police) when I was 16. I met him when he spotted me dancing on
stage with Bob Geldof. I used him to get the phone number for the first
guy I ever asked out on a date (you know who you are!).
I still have my ears double pierced because my mum thinks it makes me look like a slut and that amuses me.
Friday, 30 January 2015
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