A few things you don't want to know about me
I have notice that other people have written strange useless lists in the past.
“10 things you never knew about me” type of thing.
Aw, what the heck……..
I have never lived in a house with an even number. And I have lived in five different houses.
I have no nail on my right big toe. They removed it when I was 15, but left a bit of root in so now I have a rhinoceros horn instead.
I can dowse. You know – that thingy with hazel sticks, to find underground water. It comes in handy sometimes.
Apart from a diary, I have never written anything before I started this blog [apart from letters, e-mails, essays in school, shopping lists and the like].
Of all the companies I have worked for [5] only the last one still exists. Which is just as well as they pay my pension. I managed to bankrupt the rest.
I suffer from tinnitus which means I spend my time shouting “Wha?” at Herself.
I was never in an aircraft until I was 40. Then I flew for an hour and had full control of the plane for 50 minutes.
I am a mistake. My mother told me that when I was young. She never wanted more children. My mother was well known for her tact, diplomacy and willingness to instil confidence in her offspring.
I’m not a bad cook [though I say so myself], and can turn out a mean roast/stew/pie/fry/bolognaise/curry or whatever. I haven’t poisoned anyone yet.
My family tree includes a president, a famous philosopher, a famous actor and a pirate.
I am not a true Irishman, because I have never been barred from a pub. Though I’ve been thrown out of quite a few in my time.
I once played rugby for my school, even though I was as blind as a bat without my glasses, and hated the game [and never scored a try]. I also once played hockey for my company even though no-one ever told me the rules [we won, but that was mainly due to the injuries I inflicted on the other team].
The only sport I have ever been interested in is caving/potholing/spelunking or whatever you want to call it. I’m too old for it now.
I once had to be rescued by the British Army after being trapped overnight by a disastrous flood that wiped out a village.
I am grouchy, have little or no sense of humour and am very difficult to live with.
There. That’s fifteen useless things about me even I didn’t know until now.
If you want to know any more about me – tough. That’s your lot.
Apart from a diary, I have never written anything before I started this blog [apart from letters, e-mails, essays in school, shopping lists and the like].
That’s my kind of humour. Tell me, is there a knack to dowsing? How does one divine the presence of water?
I don’t know what this dowsing thing is. I just hold the twig and the damn thing twitches like mad when I pass over underground water. I don’t believe in it, but it works!
I once had to be rescued by the British Army after being trapped overnight by a disastrous flood that wiped out a village.
Was that Boscastle?
How do you get those little flags beside the commenters name?
Was that Boscastle?
Nah. Cheddar. I think it was 1968.
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As far as I know, the flags are an option with WordPress – FireStats plugin.
I had to dowse in one job i had.I was doddlebugging, but i used pin flags.Instead of locating water i was locating my shot holes, so i could hook up to my charges between 5 & 20 pounds of plastic explosive.We were looking for oil.and the reason we dowse everything was hidden by mud from drilling 100 feet down,I quit after a 20 pound charge floated blew a hole you could put a truck in it.
Ah Grandad, my father told me one Christmas day over the turkey that I was a mistake too. I don’t think it has had any lasting impact – other than the inability to hold down a job or a man.
i’m reading and reading and thinking, man, i had no idea ten was such a big number.
and then of course it was 15.
@Popeye – you sound like an exciting sort of person to have around? Never a dull moment!!
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@Laurie – I’m sorry about that. It was only when I started writing that I discovered how boring I was, and had to keep going.
@Flirty – I don’t know what it is about your comments, but they all get marked down as spam! Are you in the habit of normally spamming? I nearly deleted you, which you would have found very painful.
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Frankly, the unwanted bit never bothered me. I mean to say – I’m here, so why worry! And anyway it was great for morally blackmailing my mother in later years –
“Hey – remember that time you scarred me for life by telling me I was unwanted? Well, my psychiatrist tells me I might get someway towards forgiveness if you……”
You get the idea 😉
I too played rugby, with Cavan Rugby Club for two and a half years. In those two and a half years, I was used as a last minute substitute to run down time, or to hassle the opposition’s flowing game with stupid high tackles.
I never scored a try either. I once agreed to pay somebody 50 euro if we were playing a hopeless team to pass me the ball if they were over the try line, but that didn’t work either.
Glory-seeking bastards.
It explains a lot.
Your childhood trauma has led to you traumatising the blogosphere in your Golden Years 🙂
Grandad,
Remember what Rodney Dangerfield said about his parents not wanting him?
He said he got his first clue when his bath toys were a radio and a toaster.
They couldn’t hold that good man down either. He ended up very successful .
Now, I LOVE your dog,Sandy. Thanks for the link. It was fun to read about
her and the picture of her reading the book was neat. I know you said she was smart, but isn’t
Ulysses a bit beyond her?
@Dario – I must admit that rugby was the only thing I ever skipped off school for. Our coach judged players at the end of the game by how muck mud they had on them, so I just rolled in the mud at the start. It all seemed a bit pointless.
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@Michele – revenge is sweet 😉
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@Nancy – Yes, Sandy is the real love of my life [don’t tell herself]. As for Ulysses – you must be joking! She did a thesis on Ulysses for her doctorate. She’s into Plato at the moment [in the original Greek].