Name-driven Nonsense November 17, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Bits and Pieces , 16 commentsHurrah. Just as my brain had drained, Kate tagged me. Thank the Lord for that.
“List one fact, word or tidbit that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your first or middle name. You can theme it to your blog or make it general. Then tag one person for each letter of your name.”
J – Jollification. You can’t beat a good laugh. One of the things I like most about lovely bf is that we really are very similarly spazzy in our sense of humour. One of the best things ever is when you meet someone randomly who is on the same chortling wavelength. And I’m going to see Sean Lock tomorrow. I mean, I’m not just going to turn up at his house or anything. He’s doing a gig. In Tunbridge Wells. Ahem. That’s Royal Tunbridge Wells to you.
E – Eggs. I really like eggs. They’re very nice. I wouldn’t want to be one though.
N – Nervousness. Despite being outwardly gregarious, I am terribly scared of meeting people. I always like the idea of ‘other people’ but have been known to take to my bed in the manner of a fainting Victorian at the thought of socialising with strangers. What if I wear the wrong clothes, or I’m too noisy, or I drink too much and am sick, or if everyone is a zillion times cleverer than me and they think I’m gormless? Luckily, despite all those things having happened, the strangers are always politer than me too and kind enough not to mention my shortcomings before pudding.
N – Nitwittery. This is clearly my speciality. At a drunken dinner party, the menfolk were discussing, for some reason, whether they would sleep with any of the others’ women. (Needless to say, the women were in the kitchen at this point. Or doing tapestry. Something like that.) I came out bottom of the list. “She’s just not really all there, is she?” said Anonymous Bloke. “I mean, you’d want to look after her, not shag her.” Sigh. Didn’t fancy him anyway.
Y – Yakking. I do love a good natter. Being of the butterfly-brained variety, there’s no end of nonsense I can either spout or tolerate. I miss being able to bump into old school friends and catch up on spurts of gossip. This is something that has been bothering me lately. But. I happened upon a friend I haven’t seen for over a year in the corner shop yesterday. And she’s coming for coffee in a minute. I hope I’m wearing the right clothes and that she doesn’t think I’ve become short or spazzy. Sigh.
So, I’m supposed to tag five peoples but that smacks of favouritism. I think you should all do it. Go on, I dare you.
