A few years ago several people listed 101 things about themselves. The idea may be ready for a little revival.
I started worrying that I don't have much to say about myself at the moment. I wondered what relevance noting what I have done in the past has to do with who I am now. I was thinking categories: physical characteristics, likes, dislikes, recreations, vocations for example. I think I just need to make a list , one of many possible lists . . . this might take a few days.
- I have acted in amateur community theatre productions.
- I practise playing various musical instruments.
- I have short legs and a long back in proportion to my height, otherwise known as a short arse.
- I weigh 12st 12lbs or 180lbs. Don't ask me what that is in kilos.
- I like to read - almost anything including cereal boxes.
- I hate repeatedly starting sentences with the first person singular.
- Blue is usually my favourite colour.
- My favourite shirt is red. Black, pink, yellow, purple and blue shirts are in my closet.
- People remarked on my blue/grey eyes when I was younger. A cousin of my mother noted that I had the blue eyes of the Gaze family.
- My work does not define me as I have no career BUT I have:
- Pollinated maize/sweetcorn at a seed company's trail grounds
- delivered newspapers
- made bricks
- delivered mail
- operated small offset printing presses
- manned a level-crossing
- driven a taxi in Los Angeles of all places
- delivered documents for a land tile insurance company
- been an hospital orderly/physical therapy technician
- conducted opinion surveys by telephone
- cared for the developmentally challenged in various capacities from sheltered workshop to group-home management.
- helped out in a used book store which is about to close . . . what next?
- My oldest friend I've known since we were five years old
- My singing voice started off treble and is now not quite high enough for a proper tenor but not low enough to be truly baritone.
- My prolonged silences make some people uneasy
- I am hopeless at small talk
- but I don't know enough to engage in deep conversation
- I compensate for this with flippant remarks
- My brown hair is turning grey
- I use British spelling (usually)
- pronunciation: schedule - shedule or skedule? I get confused
- My books are my own; I rarely use a library
- a fault: I interrupt conversations.
- I bounce up and down when I walk. I attribute this with keeping up with dad when we went walking across the fields when I was much younger than I am now.
- I miss the crowded pavements (sidewalks) of English country towns on market day.
- Change-ringing on church bells is an avocation
- as is singing in a church choir
- serving as sacristan in the past
- Scouting in the past
- walking for charity in the past
- I have only once, uncharacteristically for me, abruptly left a job otherwise I think of myself as
- loyal to a fault - once my loyalty has been earned.
- I have only once been asked to leave a job.
- I think I can remember all the names of the children in my class at primary school.
- I remember very few names of people from secondary school.
- I have no idea how many books I have about the house
- I am equally vague about how much money is in the bank
- Now I'm just getting silly, what did I say about flippant remarks?
- I'm not particularly fond of large crowds of people.
- I'm the sort of person who will talk to one or two people at a party; I am not the life of the party.
- I won a fancy dress competition at a village fête dressed as a clown. This was about the time Grock died (1959) so I was eight years old.
- Roller skating, I haven't mentioned rollerskating, just something kids do.
- American slang was anathema at primary school. Kids are young goats!
- procrastination: I had a copy of Huckleberry Finn in my school desk for almost a year and was terrified I'd be in trouble for keeping it so long . . .so I kept it a little longer.
- I don't habitually use bad language out loud. I find the effect on others when I do most amusing.
My sister's first husband would use foul language all the time but not in his native Serbo-Croat "Someone might hear me" In England?.That isn't about me.
- I usually don't sleep much: bed at ten awake between three and four in the morning - not quite six hours usually. I spend far too much time here.
- Fortunately I am not allergic to cats - we have eleven about the house.
- When I was a child I had a couple of severe bouts of urticaria - possibly a reaction to eating fish. I liked my smoked haddock on a Saturday morning.
- Talking of urticaria I fell into stinging nettles several times. A friend's mother lathered me in calamine lotion the first time this happened . . .
- When I was about six I ran into the road into the path of a bicyclist. I still remember the sink full of watery blood at the doctor's surgery; and waiting for the ambulance to take me to the general hospital at Colchester. The scar is barely perceptible now. My head was x-rayed to rule out skull fractures. I received five stitches and was given a sweet for being so good. A young brain is quite resilient - but I do still sometimes wonder . . .
- I was bitten by a dog I knew would bite me when I tried to stroke it. I still knowingly do foolish things sometimes.
- A bicycle represented freedom for me to wander further afield. My first second hand bike cost £5. It was a Hercules with 24" wheels. It took me ages to learn to ride a two wheeler. Never had a little bike with training wheels. In later years when I had proper bikes (i.e. Reynolds 531 tubing, derailleur gears, drop handle bars, tubular high pressure tyres etc) I had one mishap at about forty miles an hour; luckily I wasn't injured but the bike frame buckled.
- I never answered the call of the sea as quite a few lads from the village did. Merchant and Royal Navy.
- I still hold a British passport. I think some Americans would not qualify if they had to go through the naturalization process. I doubt I could pass any quizzes on my English-ness as some people ask me questions about England that they perceive I should know the answer to, to authenticate my accent.
- I didn't learn to ski until I was in my thirties.
- My wife said I should have no trouble listing 101 things about myself. My retort was,"You try it".
- I keep a cheat sheet of extended character code by my computer so I can stick out my tongue without hunting in system tools for the character map, þ so there.
- Yes, I am one of those sad souls who puts up with a Windows™ based PC.
- I believe it was Will Rogers who said,"I never met a man I didn't like". If my first impression of someone is not favourable toward them I pray they may say or do something to change my mind. That's a bit harsh. If I make an unfavourable first impression (how do I know I have?) it's usually for doing something physically clumsy. For a great take on first impressions watch the first episode of Doc Martin with Martin Clunes.
- Mine is a good name which I've read in various sources can mean rock or harmony.
- It's a wonder my middle name hasn't become NMI. American forms always seem to assume that I have a middle name or initial.
- When I was about six or seven I had a very un-PC golly-wog hand puppet I called Geoffrey. That was the only alter-ego toy I remember having; I used to make up puppet shows with it.
- I seem to rarely smile. I was always smiling and grinning when I was young. Nervousness? Shyness?
- I do not swim. I know how to. I can not swim strongly enough to save my life. Breathing is the issue. I can swim underwater. I hated the idea of being under water when I was young; I overcame that fear by myself when I was about eleven. I screwed my eyes shut took a deep breath and plunged my head under the water at a public outdoor pool in Colchester that was popular in the summer holidays. I lasted for as long as it took to pop my head up out of the water. Too claustrophobic so the second time I kept my eyes open; that was just fine.
- My hair is unruly and shaggy.
- Winter will soon be here; I shall be growing a beard again or as I say, "Time to stop shaving. I don't like shaving anyway."
- My brain seems to function better when my feet are cold.
- The voices in my head have Welsh and Scottish accents. The English Welsh of the Valleys and the soft Scots of the Gaelic speaking Highlands.
Am I really barking mad?I just wonder sometimes if any one of us is sane.
- I like to dream dreams in my sleep. What I really like is remembering them. I'm puzzled when people ask if I dream in colour. I can't imagine and don't recall ever having a monochrome dream. What I don't like is waking in a foggy dream state that continues into consciousness.
Mum used to think she never dreamed,; we told her she just didn't remember the dreaming.That was about mum, not me. - This isn't about me either but about the relationship between my parents; I didn't know this until after my mother died. Each night before going to sleep dad said, "Goodnight, my love. You're the best pal a man ever had." Every night for over fifty years.
- I no longer smoke. I infrequently smoked a pipe and twenty-five Sobranie Black Russian in the sturdy box used to last me a week if I didn't share; so when I did smoke I didn't smoke much.
- I like the occasional pint of Guinness. But you know that if you've read the rest of the blog.
- My friends used to describe me as the staid one.
- I tend to procrastinate, which is why this isn't finished.
- I'll now make a lie of number 86 . . .
- I miss being close to the ocean.
- I wear size 9.5 shoes; they have to be wide I have square-ish feet with a high instep so I can never wear cowboy boots.
- I don't wear hats.
- Or ties, usually.
- I play the dulcimer daily
- I try to write something daily even if it is only a note to my self.
- I like bananas
- And plain vanilla ice cream - together.
- I spend too much time playing on this computer - get a life
- I wear the same sweat shirt daily - it is embossed with a cross of Celtic design.
- I like silver rings and have several but wear only one besides my wedding band of three colours of gold.
- I like dark bitter-sweet chocolate
- I have a cowlick which drives barbers spare.
- There was an old man named Michael Finnegin, He grew whiskers on his chinnagin, the wind came up and blew them innagin, poor old Michael Finnegin beginnagin . . .




2 comments:
It took me several weeks to complete mine.
And now some are out of date :)
Hello Kim, Didn't take me long to get up to about seventy. I guess I need to relax a bit and add items as and when they occur to me. It's funny how I'm thinking of things that happened to me or that I did in childhood. This slither of time we call now is razor sharp . . .
Yes, these sort of things need to be done several times over a life time just to find out how we do change.
With reference to Virginia Woolf (I forget which book) I am at about C. Was it To the Lighthouse? Yes, I believe it was.
Alan
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