Wellington Ahoy! (& Friday Feast)
Hello! I'm Wellington (though you can call me Roger), and I'm one of the guest posters whilst Margaret is away. I'm probably only supposed to do a couple of days, but the power has gone to my head (MWAH HA HA HA HA!), so I’m gonna try and post something every day. I mean, I’d stick to the rules, but I just don’t *do* rules, m’kay?
I’m the one who lives in England (York, actually, fact fans), so whereas Margaret is flying FAR away from you, London is only about 250 miles away from me, so I can probably tell you what the weather’s like while she’s here. Currently: grey and overcast, quite frankly. I hope she’s brought a warm coat and a wooly scarf, as it might be a bit of a shock stepping off the plane. I have, of course, notified Customs that she’s carrying all manner of contraband, so as we speak she’ll be having all 17 suitcases emptied out and carefully scrutinised ("You seem to have rather a lot of shoes for such a short trip, Madam"). I’ve given her lots of ideas for cool places to go whilst in London (as I know the place very well), but I’m not convinced she was paying the slightest bit of attention (when did she ever?).
Anyway, in case anyone else isn’t doing this, let’s keep it traditional today:
APPETIZER:
What was your first "real" job?
I worked in a bingo hall! Lots of old ladies waiting patiently for death whilst ticking off numbers on a board, and I ran around in a natty red jacket and dinky little black bow tie, taking their money off them (and sometimes giving lots more back). Still, it got ‘em out of the house and meeting people, and we only ever had two fatalities in there, both due to old age (nothing to do with me, I swear). What a terrible, terrible job that was!
SOUP:
Where would you go if you wanted to spark your creativity?
Like Margaret, I’m a designer, though I do print based graphic design. If I hit a block in creativitiy, I usually have a stroll around the city centre, look at posters, pick up a few postcards, and just kinda… absorb, y’know? I take it all in, and let it… inspire me…
Oh, alright, I pinch other people’s ideas, happy now?
SALAD:
Complete this sentence: I am embarrassed when...
I do something stupid and get caught in the act. Most days, then. Not happened today yet, but it’s still only lunchtime.
MAIN COURSE:
What values did your parents instill in you?
Hmmm… hard to say as I’m selfish, egotistical, vain, foolish and lazy.
So all of the above, then.
DESSERT
Name 3 fads from your teenage years.
1) We had those clicking balls things – called ‘clackers’ I think. Basically it was a piece of string, with a hard ball (very much the same consistency as a pool ball) on each end. You held the string in the middle, and bounced the balls against each other DINK! DINK! DINK! like that, and when you got REALLY good, you could do all sorts of crazy, highly dangerous tricks with them, like stunning small cats or smashing toy cars. Just about the most dangerous child’s toy ever made. What were they thinking of? They were finally banned when a couple actually exploded. I think.
2) Making our own water guns. So okay, this was before you could get these high-powered water pistols, okay? So in the summer we’d use washing up liquid bottles, take out buckets of water, and have HUGE water fights in the street. I’m telling you, you can fire up to FIFTY YARDS with them suckers. It’s a wonder I was never arrested.
3) tie dye t-shirts. We made our own in art class. Why did I ever think I looked good in one?
Right – who’s guesting next today?
Wellington (Roger)