(Not a) chain letter
My spies tell me [(c) Billy Sloan] that oor Inchy likes the odd game of "pitch and putt" in Callendar Park, Falkirk, but I'm sure that's a whole lot more innocent than it actually sounds.
Anyway, our bike and curry loving hero has tagged me. Like him, I haven't had one of these meme things in donks. In fact, I still don't even know what "meme" actually means. However...
Here come the six rules:
1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write six random things about yourself.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them.
5. Let each person know they've been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.
And here are six random things about me:
1. I once had a conversation about cakes with the late Willie Rushton. He was much taller than he seemed on the telly, sat behind that desk on Celebrity Squares.
2. My middle name is Smith, but I never include it when filling in forms or applications.
3. On Saturday 25 October, 1980, I nearly drowned. I don't know who saved me, but I can tell you that there is absolutely nothing after life. Death is blank; exactly like waking up and not remembering what you dreamt during the night.
4. I once saw Mikhail Gorbachev in Union Street, Aberdeen.
5. When I was 9, on two separate occasions, I was physically assaulted by a grown up, apparently "well respected", Christian member of the local community in front of a number of my friends. First time he grabbed me by the throat in a rage; the second, he slapped me hard across the face. He was in charge of a youth group I had joined in the late '70s/early '80s and I wish I'd told my Dad at the time, because he'd have gone and kicked his head in. If I ever clapped eyes on him now, I'd break his fucking neck. But he's probably (hopefully) already fucking dead. If so, I hope he had a long, slow and painful death.
6. Although I am now thinning on top, my hair has a natural, corkscrew curl to it. At one time, I grew it really long and it was the envy of all for miles around. I just shave it all off now with clippers. I don't miss having the full thatch; in fact it's something I rarely think about. I'm comfortable with myself, so I really don't give a shit. I could still grow a mullet if I really wanted to!
There yeez are. Happy now?
So I'm now tagging Flaming Nora, Five-Centres, Matthew Rudd, Bright Ambassador, BLTP and CBQ. Don't worry if you can't be arsed, I really won't be offended or give a shit.
7 of you could be arsed to comment about this post:
Mikhail Gorbachev?
In fucking Aberdeen?!
Did he recognise you without your curly mop?
He was in the back of an open topped carriage heading towards the "west end" of Union Street. As I understand it, he had been given the "keys" to the city and was en route to open a new hotel. No really. Well... it was 1993. A whole lifetime away.
I see this post has gone down a fucking storm with everyone else in the Blogosphere[TM]!
I'm thinning on top now too, but my hair used to be bloody wavy which is never a good look for a man so I'm not overly disappointed.
I am, however, bloody furious that it now seems to be sprouting out of several previously hair-lite orifices such as my nose and ears.
I have carried out my duty Mr Clearbrook. Many thanks for entertaining me again!!
Cheers
I'm doing it! but I need to think of some interesting things to say first.
Interesting six. With some pretty hairy ones.
I was sort of at school with Willie Rushton's younger bruv (as in, we never actually spoke or met). The story there was that Willie once played a part in some school farce - you know, Lord so and so - and the bluff persona he adopted for the role was such a hit that he wore it for the rest of his life. But maybe he was just playing himself anyway.
I used to love Rushton's sort gruff plumminess - so I'd love it if that was an affectation. Like Chris Tarrant, Willie Rushton appeared on far too many quiz/panel shows during the 1980s. Kind of put me off him a bit.
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