<<You ask, I answer>>
<<A simple concept>>
<<Question the cow: a revolution in blogging laziness>>
1. Edward queries “How do you like them bananas?”
Well, ideally, I’d split them down one side, stuff them with chunks of Mars Bar and then wrap them in tin foil. Chuck ‘em on the barbe for about 10 minutes. Bliss.
2. Zstep comes back for more with a plethora of questions: “If you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be?” / “Red meat: Delicious, life giving sustenance or disgusting, glorified roadkill?” / “Tom Cruise: Brilliant actor or creepy, perverted Scientologist?” / “Atomic Kitten. Why? (Don’t answer that one, there is no answer for them)”
Taken in order:
Oak tree
Delicious, amazing, beautiful, life giving sustenance. Best if waved near a candle on way to plate. Mmmmm… red meat.
Tom Cruise – used to be hot, now very very very odd. But he has taken the Beckhams away from us so he has to be thanked.
Atomic Kitten – do I go down in estimation if I admit that I actually quite like Atomic Kitten?
3. Perpetual asks “Would you rather have never ending hiccups or a never ending eye twitch?”
Oooo. Horrid. I think an eye twitch. You could live with that. Hiccups? That would drive you barking mad. Wouldn’t it? How would you sleep, talk, eat, drink?
4. Prettylyf comes up with two crackers “What’s the perfect weekend off for you?” and “What’s the best rugby match you’ve watched?”
In reverse order… I think the best rugby match I’ve ever watched was when our 1st XV was promoted at the end of last season. They’d worked so hard for it and they all played so so well that it was just the most amazing feeling when they won. The relief more than anything. Good times.
My perfect weekend off? Winter. Rugby game to watch on the Saturday (not a big one, some local team out in the country) with dog in tow. Nice long walk and back to the house for cup of tea in front of the fire. Possibly with some crumpets followed by a large red. Down to the village pub for an evening of chat and laughter. Big suppers with loud discussions and debates. Card games. Reading trashy novels on a sofa when it’s cold and rainy outside. Coming back sopping wet from being outside and drying off by the Aga.
There are so many things which make up my perfect weekend and the sad thing is I don’t do any of them anymore. One day eh?
Oooo, I am so down with the trashy novels.
I find your answers acceptable and do not disown you for the foreseeable future.
I have no real opinion on Atomic Kitten as my only exposure to them was during my last visit to your fair shores in ’01. There was some sort of year end review of music on the telly and their song come up. Not a fan of that type of music but what stuck with me was their idiotic name. Atomic Kitten. Really? You couldn’t of thought of something that doesn’t bring to mind images of tiny, mewling balls of fury erupting into a mushroom cloud of radioactive destruction? Possibly (probably) the dumbest name of a band…EVAIR!
Indeed one day you will return to those OTHER things that make your weekend perfect (: fire in the winter crackling sounds so cozy with a big red