It
would seem that this week’s theme, ‘5
things I don’t tell people about myself’, has caused a silence to descend
on the blog. Perhaps abstaining from writing to this theme is better than
revealing information we usually attempt to conceal from others, but I have
delved into the depths of my strange mind and picked out five odd facts about
myself that I don’t usually share but which I’m willing to admit to here.
1)
I
stick my tongue out when I’m doing something that involves a lot of
concentration. It’s an unconscious, involuntary, habit that I’ve had since I was
little; and one which seems to run in the family: my grandpop used to do it, my
dad does it, and even my three-year-old nephew has acquired the trait.
2)
I
once stole a cat from outside one of the houses I used to delivery newspapers
to. It was a longhaired cat, whose fur was badly matted, and which used to
sleep outside in a cardboard box. I thought it needed saving, so I placed it in
my newspaper bag, cycled home with it, and concealed it for over a week in our
summerhouse. When my mother eventually discovered it, it was quickly returned
to the owner.
3)
I’ve
probably watched Bridget Jones and Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason at
least 200 times. Bridget is the person I turn to when I’m having a down-day. I
can pretty much speak the words of the actors before they’ve actually spoken
them, and I know a range of pointless details (for example, the name of the
press company that Bridge works for in the first film). In fact, if I was ever
to go on Mastermind, the Bridget films would probably be my specialist subject.
4)
When
I started swimming lessons at four, I refused to go in the water because I was
convinced there were sharks beneath the glistening, flickering surface. It took
over a year to convince me I was wrong.
5)
I
once spent over a week designing and drawing a ‘football stadium of the future’
for a Match magazine competition. I
won first prize and received a Premiership football kit of my choice (obviously
I pick a Coventry kit, because those were the days when we weren’t stuck in the
unknown realms of League One).
Thank you for
reading,
Lara