Name-driven Nonsense November 17, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Bits and Pieces , trackbackHurrah. 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.
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Brilliant, I LOLed! So jealous that your brain is ok, mine is still mush.
Excellent answers, but eggs … well I feel a bit indifferent to them, really.
JJx
I like eggs too
I’d pelt that anonymous bloke with eggs if I could!
Mya x
I am rather partial to the egg too - so versatile. Eat too many though and you begin to smell of sulphur:-(
I really like your list but like Mya I would like to egg that bloke good and proper. When I was young and impressionable I overheard some boys saying they could never go out with me because I was ‘Amazonian’. I am still plotting my revenge.
Hellojed - nah, mine’s permanently mushed. Am blaming on a guy called Jack Daniels this morning…
JJ - how could you say that about eggs? I shall cover their little eggy ears so that they don’t hear you.
Rachel - hurrah, a woman with good taste.
Mya - you are my hero!
Lane - Amazonian? They probably weren’t worthy of you anyway. Fools. We’ll egg them too, yeah?
Just had my two poached eggs on rye this morning. I’m a bit worried about Lane’s comment re smelling of sulphur though as I eat them every day…oh well, just as well I work from home. x
Eggsellent post.
Sorry, couldn’t resist.
I love the way our two versions of English are so different, somehow, English English always seems to sound more polite than American English. I’m thinking mostly of the “She’s just not really all there, is she?” said Anonymous Bloke. “I mean, you’d want to look after her, not shag her.” which really sounds like he might be sweet with the whole “look after her” part of the comment. Now, translated into American English that sentence he would’ve said, “That woman is psycho! I mean, you’d want to have her committed, not lay her, unless she was really hot or something.” Which really is all that needs to be said about American men, really.
Helen - I didn’t know that… no wonder I’ve got no friends!
Kate - are you mocking my eggs-istential crisis?
Karen - I hadn’t thought of it that way. Perhaps it’s an accent thing too? Remember when Helen Baxendale was in Friends? She sounded completely barmy though I’m sure she wasn’t ‘egging up’ the whole British thing. Might steer well clear of American guys though. Especially if they think I’m a psycho…
I love eggs too - my fav is baked bean omelet (Is that how you spell it - I now think the word looks funny and have no idea how it’s spelt any more) so when you cut into it all the beans spill out - yummy!!!
I don’t want to waste eggs throwing them at that baboon - can we throw tomatoes instead…..I’m not keen on them!!
C x
hmm - nitwittery - I’m quite partial to a bit of that.
And since when did blokes want girls to be “all there” for a shag? Hmmm - Aussie blokes seem to prefer it if you’re “all gone” or alseep.* Methinks he was trying to disguise his uncontrollable lust for you!
* this is a joke. kinda!
Carol - I’m sorry but that sounds horrible! Baked beans are the devil’s work - they’re all furry and little, like eating little hamsters’ feet
Rebecca - “All gone” - brilliant. That really made me laugh. Uncontrollable lust… hmmm… nah. Sigh.
Yakking, oh yes, me too. Yak yakkety yak yak yak. Blogging is just another form of yakking - discuss. At great length, if you’re me.
I may well take up your kind offer of a tag for next week’s post, as my brain has also drained. Z is a bit of a challenge, though.
I borrowed your meme. Yours was too fun. I love the word nitwittery, don’t know why.
Zinnia - yes, I can see how you might have to develop a yen for zig zags…
Angie - yay, I’m coming to read it now.