Frivolous non-food post

My good buddy Caitlin, an Alaskan who is so horrified by Sarah Palin that she is seriously considering emigrating (rather than doing what the rest of us are doing and merely mocking her by dressing up in an overpriced red suit, beauty queen sash, shotgun and beehive for Halloween – possibly with a back-to-front B adorning our right cheeks), has tagged me for a meme. I don’t usually post at weekends, but this was sufficiently diverting that I thought I’d give it a whirl.

I have been asked to identify six things about myself. Now, I think you’ve all found out far more about me than you want to know thanks to that interview last week, so I’m giving you six things which are about myself in the strictly locative sense. I do have a study upstairs, but shamefully, most of my work gets done on my laptop, on the sofa in the living room, where I’m currently procrastinating over a magazine article about Mumbai. And on that sofa (and the side table next to it) are:

Plush suction-cup Catbus (from Studio Ghibli’s wonderful My Neighbour Totoro, one of my top three movies ever. Pay little attention to this – I have the taste of an 80-year-old, so the other two are Singin’ in the Rain and Gone with the Wind). Note the plush testicles. And the sandy-toned fella top right.

Here he is again – this is Mr Raffles, or at least part thereof, up close, ‘cos he’s also within two feet of me. Note the withered, empty (and yet delightfully furry) scrotum. Dr W couldn’t look him in the eye for about a month after this.

A bottle of Angostura bitters. I have been making pink gins. Give me a break – it’s Saturday.

One box liqueur chocolates. Empty. See Saturday comment above. (And note also depressed Mr Raffles, bottom left, who has just has his inadequacy pointed out to the whole Internet.) That’s Dr W’s bare foot top right. Ew.

Gargantuan Las Vegas mug. It contains cherry juice (I’m done with the gin now). It’s a superfood, don’t cha know.

This year’s poppy, bought this afternoon. Please think about buying one too.

There are rules and everything appended to this lot.

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.

I’m not very good at rules and I like watching memes die, so I’m only tagging two people here – GSE, who is the UK’s best lunch companion, and Garfer, who says he wants to kidnap me in a helicopter. Have fun, fellas.

8 Replies to “Frivolous non-food post”

  1. Must look up “pink gins.” And just when I was thinking I should deny myself most food and drink substances! Thanks for joining in my literalistic misreading of this meme six things about you. Heheh. How else to preserve ourselves as women of mystery?

  2. Oh – and pink gins, a favourite of friends of mine who used to be in the Royal Navy, are made thusly:

    1 measure gin
    4 drops Angostura bitters

    Shake with ice and serve straight up. It’s like a Martini, only better.

  3. If you plan to hunt truffles on your quad bike always wear an approved helmet, not a motorcycle one.


    I usually abseil, it’s the quickest method of snaffling a truffle, if you know where to look.

  4. It may take some time to do this. At present I haven’t got the camera working with the new laptop and tomorrow I am being booted out of the only two rooms that have anywhere to sit – the office and the kitchen so anything about me for next week or so will probably have a Starbucks logo on it.

    You are fortunate to be surrounded by the type of feline posterior that doesn’t need hosing down with industrial disinfectant before it can be photographed.

  5. I’m with you re. Gavroche. And re. Angostura, the size of the label was an accident – it was inteneded for a larger bottle – which was never corrected. I am now craving a pink gin at 08:30 thanks to you. And unlike you, I have no willpower…

  6. Liz, you kill me. I’m also a big fan of dying memes – and if you have the taste of an 80 year old, mine puts me at about 87-90. I mean – I like Charlie Chaplin, and named my daughter Josephine. LOL.

    Thanks again for appearing at Simmer – you are officially a reader favorite.

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