Wellington's Friday Feast
My second entry today, but what can I say, I couldn't resist another Friday Feast...
Appetizer
What is your middle name? Would you change any of your names if you could? If so, what would you like to be called?
It’s interesting that you should ask me that. I’ve always hated my middle name, as it’s ‘Timothy’, which shortens to ‘Tim’ or ‘Timmy’, all of which are just awful. If you’d like them, they’re yours, I don’t want them.
A few names I’d prefer:
Jimmy ‘Eyes’ Hernandez.
Oswald Plodge.
Nathaniel Crank.
Rupert DeHavilland.
Lord Chalfont Spencer Harcourt McDoughnut.
Billy Sick.
Doctor Evil.
Danny ‘The hand’ McGee.
Mister Giggle.
Friendly George.
Captain Harry Harlequin of the Flying Space Corps.
Albert Sprang.
“Hey! It’s Freddy!”
Boris Harpoon.
Old Whatsisname.
Ricky Swift.
Dr Bonzo Gonzalez.
Dicky Squirrel.
I could do this all day, I’d better stop now…
Soup
If you were a fashion designer, which fabrics, colors, and styles would you probably use the most?
If I was a fashion designer, my name would be Anton Cruk. I’d flounce around being delightfully camp, sweetie, wearing a big floppy shirt and kissing everyone on the cheek when I meet them: mwah mwah. I’d work almost exclusively in velvet and silk.
Salad
What is your least favorite chore, and why?
Emptying the cat litter. Need I say more?
Main Course
What is something that really frightens you, and can you trace it back to an event in your life?
I’m not very good with crawly insects. Was I tortured with them as a child? I suspect I did something stupid like lifting up a rock – that would do it.
Dessert
Where are you sitting right now? Name 3 things you can see at this moment.
I’m sitting on my ass. Ha ha ha!!!
No, actually, I’m sat on a swivelly office chair - one of those with wheels so that you can roll around in it in the office whilst still sat down. And one of those funky levers at the side, so that you can suddenly, though gracefully, sink down to a lower level (making a ‘psshhhh’ noise - come on, you’ve all done it). This chair’s followed me round through various office changes for a few years, and is getting interestingly wobbly, with an occassional satisfying creak. I like a chair with a bit of character. And I’m in the big office where I work (as a graphic designer) – normally filled with activity, but today I’m on me own, so I’m listening to Goldfrapp and getting this blog entry done. Me bad. Out of the window in front of me, I can see: York Minster, a girl in the most awful orange flared jeans, and a fat old lady wobbling.
wobble wobble.
Roger (Wellington) x
Comments
The best thing to do is wait until you are in a very serious conversation with someone, then reach under the chair, pull the lever, and sink to a lower level while keeping a straight face. The look they will give you will be priceless.
I used to do that to my previous boss all the time. He hated it.