When I was a kid we used to play chasing, or tag.
When I got bored with the game, I used to hit the tagger with a rock. End of game.
But you can’t do that on the Interweb. If someone tags you there is nothing you can do except ignore them. And that’s a bit rude. And I don’t think Diane has been here since the beginning so I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt.
I have been tagged / memed a few times before so THIS IS THE LAST TIME.
I have run out of things to say about myself, but I’ll try.
I’m over 1000 years old but I’m not yet 40.
Most of me didn’t exist fifteen years ago.
I am who I say I am, but yet I’m not.
I received a written invitation to join Mensa, but I didn’t see the point.
I know all my bank account numbers, credit card number and library account numbers but I can’t remember my friends’ names.
I have only been on a bus twice since 1971.
I recognise people not by their faces, but by how they walk.
I have a lower than average body temperature.
Now. Make what you wish of the above. That’s your lot.
I won’t pass this on, because I already have in the past.
One last one I nearly forgot –
I don’t have a sense of humour