I have had a great time watching your questions come in and giggling at them.
Now I suppose I have to sit down and answer them.
I will answer truthfully and damn the embarrassment.
Oh, by the way, if any of you haven't asked anything yet or would like to ask some more, I am enjoying this so thoroughly that you are more than welcome to pop more questions into the comment box.
Here goes with this set of questions:
First up was our lovely Nathalie:
1. Why do you live so far from work?
A: I don't; I work a long way from where I live.
I love my job, but it is a unique one, only available at one office in Westminster. I love spending time in London, walking along the river and through the parks, visiting galleries and museums, shopping and eating weird things in odd places.
I also love where I live.
I am on the edge of a pretty little village in the beautiful Norfolk Broads, surrounded by lakes and rivers and close to the sea. When I get home after a bustling day it is perfectly quiet and peaceful. No cars, people, dogs, planes or any other noise except birdsong and the rustling of the trees.
It is just my dumb luck that those things are three-and-a-half hours apart.
I have come to need both extremes; living in London would drive me crazy and working in the wilds of Norfolk would turn me into something from Deliverance.
Ergo: I commute.
2. Why spend so many hours commuting?
A: It takes around three and a half hours to get from home to the office; if I commuted less hours I would have to get off the train well short of London, which would mean taking even longer to get to work.
3. How come no one at work has uncovered your blog yet?
A: They have. Donna in HR monitors it for content (Hi, Donna; I am SO glad you have a warped sense of humour) and the guys in the office (including Amanda) take a peek from time to time, but they've actually got their own lives (in Amanda's case, rather a startling one when she can remember any of it) and so Blogville doesn't really bother them; it's only saddoes like us who blog; real people have real lives, so they tell me.
4. Would you like me to let them know about it?
A: They already know; they just don't care that much. Though they did all fall over laughing at my Bad Hair Day post, the bastards.
5: If not, how much are you prepared to give me?
A: Er … not a lot.
6. Why do you wear a Santa outfit to hop on the train throughout the month of December but aren't game enough to wear it at work? I think you ought to be brave enough to go all the way?
A: I wear a what? Nathalie, I only don a Santa outfit when I am in the mood to entice girls to sit on my lap and tell them I have something in my sack for them … er.
Katie:
1. What's in your fridge?
A: Sheesh! You want an inventory?
Hokay; here goes:
- An airtight tub with a rapidly disappearing hunk of organic Parmesan inside it;
- About a third of a jar of home-made pesto;
- Most of a pint of organic local semi-skimmed milk (I don't drink milk but Phil popped in for coffee at the weekend and he likes his white with sugar … Eww).
- Some rather anally neat packets of greaseproof paper containing divers cheeses: cheddar, brie, stilton et al.
- Five out of a carton of six large, local organic free-range eggies;
- A shapeless blob of yummy farmhouse butter;
- An almost empty jar of Bonne Maman bitter orange marmalade;
- Divers jars containing such delights as home-made chili sauce, mum's piccalilli, mango chutney, mayonnaise, etc.
- A couple of large cartons of Innocent mixed berry smoothie;
- Most of a carton of tomato juice;
- About a third of a bottle (Vac-u-vin'ed) of French chardonnay;
- A paper bag with field mushrooms in it;
- Assorted salad leaves, tomatoes and cucumber;
- A head of celery;
- A quantity of yeast;
- A tub of Greek sheep's yoghurt;
- A tub of home-made chicken stock, defrosting for tomorrow;
- A squeezy tube of (to my shame) Heinz low sugar and salt tomato ketchup;
- A tube of sun-dried tomato purée;
- Some Japanese "Minty" eye drops for when I get monitor-eye.
Yes, you read that right; they are eye drops and they are minty.
You know that icky taste you get in your throat a couple of minutes after using normal eye drops? Well the Japanese think of everything. Flavoured eye drops … You can get coffee ones, too! Yay!
2. What's tacked up on your fridge (or are you one of those neat freaks who prefers a pristine surface)?
A: I am indeed a "neat freak" and adore a tabula rasa, Katie, but regrettably, these things appear to have adhered their asses to my fridge door"
Robyn:Q: Was there ever a time when you really liked Christmas, or have you always been a curmudgeon?
A: I loved Christmas when I was a little kid.
Even back at Sunday School, Christmas was a time for "getting" (what little kid genuinely gives a toss about "giving"?). I was just as greedy and inconsiderate as any other kid and I loved every minute.
However, like so many of the innocent joys of life, all things Christmassy got seared from my soul as soon as I was old enough to realise what was going on around me.
Anonymous:
Q: Do you have a sport training? If answer"yes": what sport? If answer"no": why haven't you?
A: Anonymous, I am a fifty-year-old man with a bad back. I wish I could do now what I could when I was younger.
However, I still do two brisk five-mile walks a day as part of my commute and I have a decent home gym. I confess to being addicted to my exercise bike. I have my old PS2 and a crappy portable TV in front of it. The bike is set up in front of a window so I can get a nice breeze while I cycle and can play stupid old GTA San Andreas at the same time.
I still swim a lot, too, when I can.
Back in the day, I ran, jumped and hurdled for the school, plus I played tennis and badminton and a whole lot of other stuff pretty well; I did a lot of competitive cycling time trials and some canoeing, too.
I was pretty fit; now I'm just pretty fat.
And my bad back stops me doing a lot of stuff I want to do …
Sigh.
Shazza:
Q: What is your real name?
A: My real name is my family name preceded by a couple of Christian names.
Unless you're asking Dive, whose real name is Dive.
Shan:
Q: In high school and college were you always one of those gifted kids that had to look extra hard to find something interesting to do to keep from being bored? Do you have a hard time dating for that same reason? Why don't you want to do anything the "easy" way?
A: Nope. I was never bored, not even in Latin. As you can glean from my answer to Anonymous I was both a "jock" and a "nerd"; great at physics and pretty whizzy on the sports field, the chess and debating teams and on stage with my rock band. I also spent a whole lot of time in the art department (and walked off with the school art prize) and I am still somewhat smug about the fact that I enjoyed a long and intensely physical relationship with the hottest girl in school (Hi, Judith)!
What a let-down I have become.
I still don't get bored, though. I don't have the time.
Hey ho.
And where's the fun in doing something the easy way?
Rich:
Q: Do you have any warts anywhere on your body?
A: Ah, a medical question from our medical man. Excellent! No, Rich; I'm afraid not. Those things are a bugger to grow and believe me I've tried, but with no success.
At least not so far. My quest continues.
Lynn:
1. Though you complain about being single a lot, I sense you dread being part of a couple. Am I right?
A: Not at all. I love being part of a couple and I miss it more than I can say without making some kind of noise like a wolf with tummy-ache.
I so need hugs.
2. Take the nearest book to you right now. What does the third sentence of the book say?
"The register of his burial was signed by the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner."
The preceding two sentences read:
"Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that."
'Tis the season and I am two-thirds of the way through my annual winter reading of the complete Dickens and about to break off between Little Dorrit and A Tale of Two Cities to get all Scroogey for Christmas so it's sitting here on the table beside my keyboard.
3. Why has your speech gone all American?
A: It has? Scrivens! My dear young lady I was not aware my standards had sunk so low. I shall of course endeavour to improve matters forthwith!
Unless of course you mean yesterday's post. That was written by Maria, who is afflicted by Americanism, being somewhat American.
4. What colour are your underpants. Please don't say you have none. I might have to heave.
A: Black. M&S boxers. Boring but true. I would no more wear "designer" underwear than I would eat a McD.
5. If you saw your friend's wife out, cheating, how would you deal with it?
A: I would confront her and - if her paramour was older and smaller than me - I would beat the crap out of him. If not, I would maybe just glare a lot.
6. Look to the right - what are you looking at?
A: The living room. It is rather messy in that today's post is unopened on the coffee table.
Extra 5. If you checked your numbers, and you won £8m, what would be the very first two things you would do. Don't say you don't buy lottery tickets (yes I pre-empt you) - it's hypothetical. LOL.
A: I don't buy lottery tickets, but with my hypothetical £8m I would buy a new jar of marmalade (see above) and I'd probably spend the rest on riotous living, debauching myself with coked-up whores and z-list celebrities.
Yeah, right.
I'd buy the marmalade, anyway.
I'll pop across to Things and post a question when I have some time at home to think of one worthy enough.
Savannah:
Q: Why don't you have a passport?
A: It lapsed sometime around 2000 but as I've not been anywhere since the mid nineties I never bothered to renew it.
Mark:
Q: What would your favorite gourmet dinner menu consist of?
A: Sheesh! That would change virtually by the hour; I'm a fickle old bugger.
When I eat out, however, I like to have things I don't make at home, either because they're too much trouble or they're difficult to make for only one person.
Favourites are sashimi (okay, so I have that at home a lot, but I love it), bouillabaise (impossible to make for one and pretty difficult to spell, too), things involving truffles and mad Portuguese banquet dishes featuring alarming parts of animals.
I don't enjoy those tiny, pretentiously presented amuse bouche twatteries that a lot of restaurants seem to think are terribly clever.
I also don't eat desserts. Instead I'll have a glass of noble rot riesling or some green tea, depending on the restaurant.
I never could figure dessert … I mean, if you've just paid half a week's wages for something heartbreakingly truffly, the last thing you want to do is ruin the aftertaste with sugary crap.
Boy, howdy, this one is going to keep me awake and running downstairs to the fridge all night!
Jules:
1. What is your name? First will do.
A: In which case my name is First.
2. Are you a bath or a shower man?
A: Because I am forced by my commute to have a rushed shower every working morning I no longer enjoy them and I crave long, hot soaks in the bath.
I like Japanese bathing. You get clean with a good scrub in the shower, then run a really hot bath and simply lay in it and luxuriate.
3. Do you wear boxers or budgie-smugglers?
A: Budgie smugglers? Hee hee. And "Eww", Jules! I'm an old man; I wear boxers. As some of you know I iron them, too; there's nothing worse than putting on wrinkly boxers. Ick!
4. Do you need reading glasses or is your eye-sight perfect and what are you reading at the moment?
A: I'm reading your question. With my varifocals as I have crappy old eyes.
5. What is your screen saver?
A: Er … Is this a Windoze question? I don't have one.
Nathalie again:
6. Why aren't you answering me?
A: Sorry, I was asleep.
7. Don't you love me any more?
A: Of course; with the kind of creepy devotion you can only get from a lonely middle-aged man over the internet.
Bettie Page: (so nice to see you up and about so soon, Bettie)
Q: When will we get to see bondage and spanking Dive photos from the naught years?
A: I never took photos. Sorry.
Terroni:
Q: How much would I have to give you NOT to answer Rich's question?
A: Too late!
Neetzy:
1. Who are your favourite guitarists? Please list them in order with a brief explanation. (This could be the subject for a future post)
A: I very rarely listen to guitar players so I'll list the solos I can still bear to listen to and you can glean what you will from that:
- My favourite guitar solo of all time is by Dean Smith and it is the one on "Further Than We've Gone" off Captain Beefheart's "Bluejeans and Moonbeams" album.
It's not flash, it has all sorts of cock-ups in it but it is played straight from the heart.
- I also love Danny Mc.Cullough's heartbreaker of a solo in Wings' (yes, you heard) "My Love", George Harrison's lovely solo in "Something", together with his solos on Lennon's "Gimme Some Truth" and "How Do You Sleep?", which - for a man of peace - were pure, distilled evil. Other fave's are Ry Cooder's sublime solo on John Hiatt's "Lipstick Sunset", from the "Bring The Family" album, Larry Carlton's solo in his own "Song For Katie" off "Sleepwalk" and of course all of Jeff Beck's "Blow By Blow" album, especially "Diamond Dust".
I loathe flashy, vacuous "virtuoso" playing as I know just how piss-easy that is to do. All it takes is practice; you don't need a soul to play that crap and boy, does it show!
If I listen to guitar players at all I listen to slow, considered players who play exactly what is right for the song and nothing more … a lesson I've never learned myself as you know.
2. Who is your favorite Painter and why?
A: You, of course. Because I am a creep. Hee hee. Honestly, your paintings blow me away, Neetzy. I love them, as you well know.
But as for a favourite; that changes through the years. I have been through so many phases since I was a kid and I like just about everyone.
The last painting that got me excited was Rothko's 1964, No.1 - Black on maroon, which I saw a few weeks back with Katie. She can vouch for my excited state … er.
3. You are a man of many talents. How and why did you get into architecture?
A: How: Through the lobby, stopping to say "Hi" to Fernando the security guy, then up four flights of stairs, through the beepy security thang along the corridor and into the architects' department.
Why: Because it's better than working for a living.
Lupine Lady:
Q: Here's another question: would you like to read the article about Carter in the New York Times? If yes, then try this link: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/12/arts/music/12carter.html?ref=music
A: Heck, yes! Thank you.
Kate:
Q: Well, I would attempt a question, but I am too shy (you know me, such a wallflower); and I"m still laughing too hard at "budgie-smuggler"
A: Me too, Kate. Hee hee.
And lastly (at least for today) Nathalie again!
Q: Yes Kate, budgie smuggler is a wonderful expression. I discovered it in Australia - is it a specifically Aussie saying, Dive, or is it something people also say in the UK?
So there you are, that's my question number nine.
A: Er … Until today, Nathalie, it was specifically Aussie, but I have a feeling it shall be spreading out from this office pretty fast.
Gosh, that was fun!
If anyone wants to ask more, fire away. And please try this yourselves; it is silly, embarrassing and puerile, all the things we love about blogging!
42 comments:
he he I enjoyed your answers so much! No the Americanisms were not from yesterday. Thang, boy howdy, fess up...oh I could go on. I'm highly entertained; I just wondered why.
My ex Japanese students used to tell me in English discussion class that they bathed first, then showered because they washed off all the scum which resulted from a warm bath. Different way round from your version! They lie!...?
You are always so amusing Dive. I'm intrigued that the office DOES know of your blog and yet you still have a job. x
I'm afraid I have a velcro personality, Lynn; I pick up stuff like "boy howdy" (one of Maria's) without noticing.
Japanese people hate that bath scum, so they usually get scrupulously clean in the shower before getting into a nice hot bath (with no smelly crap in it; just water) and soaking. That way they can leave it scum-free for the next person. Your students sound like they picked up some baka gaijin habits that they'll get spanked for when they get home.
Oh, I enjoyed the answers too! Just catching up dear - have had a torrid few days I'm afraid.
Budgie smugglers - MB has those! (Oops - I'll be in strife now). At least I don't have to iron any boxers.
I am so sorry to hear about your torrid and icky time, Mme. I trust you are well on the road to recovery.
I'm sure MB's underwear would be galah-smugglers rather than tiny little budgies. Hee hee.
i'd try, but i'm afraid no one would ask a question, sugar! it was great fun reading your q&a session. xoxox
now we'll see... ;)
it's done!
(great reads at maria's place!)
he he so it was Maria doing the influencing then!
I too am very sorry Mme, ... that Monsieur wears budgie smugglers. lol.
Those naughty students of mine, then Dive. Who'd have thought. Such nice girls too.
er...wouldn't any decent person wash the bath afterwards anyway?? Blech!
If that's all I had in my fridge, I'd never binge.
Savannah: I'll be across just as soon as I can (but that may not be until lunchtime as we're insanely busy here).
Lynn: our Maria is such a terrible influence on me.
And we filthy foreigners are obviously a disgusting influence on your Japanese students' bathing habits. Ew!
Katherine: My fridge is actually quite full; it's just tiny.
So what's in yours to tempt you to you binge?
How interesting. We know you so well now. Actually, I already knew the answers to some of these, but I didn't know what was in your fridge.
he he speak for yourself, Dive. I always wash the bath out afterwards! Though - I seldom take baths, I shower; it's cleaner. lol so don't ask that question huh.
You didn't, Robyn?
Well if it wasn't you, then who DID install that cctv camera in my kitchen?
And I'm intrigued as to which ones you knew the answers to. My underwear, perhaps?
Lynn: You are missing out on so much pleasure; the sheer sensual bliss of luxuriating in stupidly hot water and turning bright pink, then falling asleep and waking up cold and wrinkled … er … perhaps you're right.
Such fun to read all these answers! I'm surprised that we actually have one item in common in our refrigerators: celery. I just finished my Vac-u-vin'ed white darn it, or we would have had two items. I'm curious now about your pesto. Maybe you can share your recipe for that at some point. (Yes, pesto is easy and I make it a lot, but it's always interesting to see how others tweak their recipes.) Love the "Hard work" sign on the fridge! I would have been a little freaked out if your fridge had nothing on it at all. And yes, I can attest to your "excited state" at the Rothko show. The exhibit was such a mind-blowing experience that we almost needed to step outside for a smoke afterwards.
Hee hee, Katie; it certainly was.
You've given me another idea for a "What's Cooking With Dive?" post, too; a post with several "little" things like pesto in it rather than one big recipe. Cool!
Now I need to know what's in your fridge, too, as having only celery and wine in common is too weird. Just what DO you California girls keep in your coolboxes?
And of course, what's on your fridge door?
Shoot, I have to leave for work right now or I'll be late (and I HATE to be late) or else I'd tell you what's in an on my fridge. I will say that I have 10x as much ON the fridge as IN the fridge. Sad, very sad.
Chicken!
But I did love your answers. If I ever meet you I will give you a big ol' squeezy hug!
Katie: I hope your employers appreciate your conscientiousness.
Is there perhaps some form of mosaic on your fridge door?
Shazza: You're going to get one right back, too.
Well, that was fun! I'd actually like to ask more to you and to everyone else but my mind is so muddled with Christmas thoughts that I'm having trouble being my usual inquisitive self!
I have to stop shirking and start shopping today but I hope to come around and ask some more ????? later.
Oh, and to mine. I KNEW IT! :D
Dive yes I do indeedy have mosaics on my fridge (how did you guess?). I have a magnet I bought in Marrakech with a beautiful tiled mosaic design, and I have assorted magnets I bought at the Tunisian mosaic exhibit at the Getty a few years ago. And oops, it's 8:03 and I'm supposed to be officially at work now! Gotta run.
I have one more question Dive. What four women throughout history would you like to share a bed with? Assume all are in their sensual and sexual prime. And you as well. lol
LOL Dive at the bath description. See? Though...you're surely right that I am missing out on all sorts of pleasure!
The fridge thing is quite a good Q isn't it? Shall we all briefly spill our contents? I'll start (apart from Katie).
Nothing on the outside. I used to have magnetic erotic words but that's a whole nother story and fridge.
Inside: Cheddar, brie, stilton cheese.
Milk, eggs, ham, olives, garlic (snacky sort), tomatoes, celery, cranberries, jams, cooked carrots, onions, green beans, roast potatoes (ready for bubble & squeak), horseradish sauce, dried apricots, yoghurt, Actimel, Yakult, crackers, Ryvita, jelly, home made quick tomato sauce for pasta, pickled artichokes (for pasta), bread and butter pudding (homemade), smoked salmon, lemons, raw mushrooms, cranberry juice, orange juice, viniagrette dressing (homemade), pastry I made and is cooling before making my mince pies, homemade mincemeat soaking gloriously in mulled wine and brandy. A half-bottle of white (pinot),... he he! Who's next?
Hi, Shan!
Ask as many embarrassing questions of me as you please, but don't let it interfere with your Christmas shopping. Gosh, what a brain-curdler that is. I've still got stuff to buy and I have no idea what to get. Hey ho. Last minute decisions are my Christmas norm.
Katie: You are going to have to photograph your fridge door for us (the outside with the mosaics on rather than the inside with celery but no wine).
Get to work, young lady!
Hi, Mark. That's an excellent question and one that I feel compelled to ask you in return.
My four fantasy weemen of choice are Marge Simpson, Betty Rubble, Nadia Boulanger and any member of Morning Musume.
And people wonder why I can't get a date.
Lynn: Wow! That's a yummy and very full fridge. Nice to see all the home-made stuff in there. I take it the boys will devour all the mince pies before they're even off the cooling rack. I know I would!
This "What's in your fridge?" and "What's on your fridge?" thing is great fun, isn't it. Hoorah for Katie for thinking it up and for you for joining in.
It is fun, Dive! I'm sure some of the mince pies will disappear before xmas yep!
I only get FOUR? OK
1. Vanessa Williams
2. Cynthia Myers - Dec. 1968 Playboy Playmate.
3. Catherine Bell
4. Selma Hayak
Lynn: As will mum's when I pop over there next weekend.
Mark: Sweet!
Thanks for your interesting answers. I will check out all of this music. I do remember some of the titles but not the particular guitar pieces.
As far as painters ha! You flatter me. I wish I could've seen the Rothko exhibit with you and Katie. The National Gallery in DC keeps some Rothko but they are not his best.
I have been dabbling in abstraction a lot lately. I'm just trying to capture the feeling, the moment, the movement...to borrow a line from the one Eminem song I absolutely love. They may not look like much to the undiscerning eye.
As for architecture, I was curious. It is funny that I got into teaching in my forties. Life is an interesting journey.
My refrig is a mess. Inside and out. I just cleared a few biology experiments.
Looking forward to your pesto recipes. I always grow my own basil.
Dive, you are right on the money about Larry Carlton. He is a very rare talent and so very gifted. A unique style that draws you to him. He can make a guitar do whatever he wants and he does it with grace and ease. I can listen to him for hours and never tire of his magic. He is one for the ages.
George Harrison - my fave fab! How Do You Sleep is such a funky, vicious song. Maybe that's why I like it so much.
If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be and why?
Ok, I'll post a photo of the outside of my fridge after the holidays. Here's a list of what's IN my fridge though (and I have a few more possible matches with you, now that I've actually peeked inside): Gyoza dipping sauce, Dijon mustard, jar of capers, jar of Italian carpaccio di tarfufo (wow, where did those come from?), 2% milk, bread & butter pickles, jar of sundried tomatoes with pine nuts, organic ketchup (hey, at least mine is organic!), jar of cornichons, jar of strawberry preserves, peanut butter, salami, French baby beets (vacu-packed), fresh green beans (well, fresh 2 weeks ago), fresh broccoli, celery, organic carrots, goat cheese, Irish butter, leftover turkey from Thanksgiving (oops, should toss that out), and a Britta-filtered pitcher of water. Now can you see why I often have a glass of wine with peanuts for dinner?
I have a question for you.
Where is Full?
Neetzy: A couple of the Rothkos in the Tate show were from the National Gallery in DC so you've probably seen them anyway.
I'd love to see your abstracts. Maybe they'll start to appear on Negative Space one day.
Like you with teaching I got into architecture late. I started off by dropping out of art college to live the "Almost Famous" life (have you seen that movie? Sheesh! You can really tell - and almost smell - it was written by someone who was there … That bit where a bunch of sidemen are hanging backstage and you can hear Yes soundchecking always brings on the flashbacks), then I got all tangled up with Ming the Menstrual and worked as a photographer for a bit before sitting down and thinking about an actual career and settling on architecture as I'd loved it as a kid and already had a lot of the qualifications (so much so that I was able to skip the first two years of studies and in my third year only needed to do one lesson).
So that's the real how and why.
Hee hee. I love the thought of biology experiments in your fridge. Tiny civilisations growing in jars. Fun!
My basil says "Hi" to your Basil.
Mark: You are a man of taste and distinction. One thing I love about Larry's playing is that what seems so effortless and graceful is often insanely difficult to play. It took me weeks to master the guitar parts for Kid Charlemagne (Steely Dan, for you non-Larryites); the solo and outro of that song are always part of my warm-up routine as they are such fun to play and to play them fluently you need to be on top of your game.
That little solo in the middle of Song For Katie just defines his playing for me. Deceptively simple, utterly beautiful, full of lovely little surprises and a bastard to play. I love him!
Hi, Cali: Those two solos (Gimme Some Truth and How Do You Sleep) still shock the hell out of me. George was such a peace-loving, calm and lovely man and yet he poured the distilled frustration, bitterness and hatred of the years of Beatle rivalries and break-up into those few short bars. Breathtakingly splenetic, vicious and evil slide playing and utterly magnificent.
Hi, Katie!
What a yummy selection you have!
What on earth are "bread and butter pickles"?
And yay for truffles! I live in a cold enough climate to keep my jars of black and white cheapo truffles and my truffle oil in the pantry.
As well as all my veg. If I put brocolli in my fridge it would wilt and carrots would go all watery. They live in my vegetable rack.
It is also cold enough here to not need a beer fridge. My beer sleeps in the bottom of my north porch cupboard where it is always the perfect temperature for drinking.
Mind you, what we call beer here (beer) and what you call beer there (some sort of sugary lager concoction that has to be drunk chilled to kill the taste) are two different species.
Oh, yes! I forgot about my Brita water filter. Why pay through the nose for someone else's bottled tap water when we can drink our own?
Hi, Kate. Phil has been working stupid hours and weekends for the past few months and is on sabbatical from Blogville. He'll be back.
Thanks Dive for your detailled answers. It's a pity my english is so poor,so bad and I can't explain
so much. I'll try It.
I enjoy you like Sport. It's a surprise. Ah!!!(anima sane in corpore sane-A.S.I.C.S.-)
A fifty year-old man isn't an old man:YOU, are an old man in your
mind. You are pretty fat: you must
lost a lot of weight and you will be pretty fit with a better back and better knee. Yes yes yes!
I know you live in a nice house in a Beautiful Norfolk and you have an interesting job in London:why don't you manage to stay some nights in London for less commute?
You could have time for pleasure,
sport fitnest,ect...ect... Better spend too money than lost time and health. Friendly.
Thanks, Anonymous.
Actually, I am not really fat and am very fit for my age, but I like to moan about being old and fat on the blog as it gets a laugh.
I hate staying in London. It is so noisy it is impossible to sleep (I am used to sleeping in absolute quiet). I sometimes stay late on a Friday (like my dinner with Andy a couple of weeks back) but always catch a train home to my own bed.
As for fitness, we have the use of a health centre at the office and with my gym at home and all of my cycling, walking, running up escalators at tube stations, etc. I get way more exercise than most people.
Thanks again Dive. I'm glad about
all that and I know you love sometimes moaning. He,he, you are our future Mr Niemener!!!
Me again
...And thank you to accept and to respect the...anonymous.Great tolerance. Not usual!
You get more exercise than I do, Dive. I mean to start swimming regularly again in the New Year.
Have been out of action with phone line problems so have missed all the budgie-smuggler discussions. I do like them - they get me all of a twitter!!!!
My pleasure, Anonymous.
I just wish I knew more about you.
Where are you from?
Lynn: Go for it. Swimming is great. Just don't get suckered in to aquarobics; that's just for people to laugh at.
Jules: you don't know what you started! Hee hee.
Dive, I love you. There it is all out in the open. Dickens, marmalade, japanese baths...you are a man after my own heart.
Boy howdy...now THAT is Americanese. Actually, it is what we call prairie speak around here...
Hee hee, Maria. I confess I stole Boy Howdy from you.
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