It’s tag time, and apparently, I am “it”. So I shall do my wordly duties as passed on by Georgie B and complete said tag!
Now. According to Georgie, I should:
1. Link to the person who tagged you. DONE!
2. Post the rules on the blog. Ummm…I think I am DONE!
3. Write six random bookish things about yourself. DONE!
4. Tag sixish people at the end of your post. Done…with a twist.
5. Let each person know he or she has been tagged. Oh look…the moon is out!
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up. Hmmm…I guess I can do that!
I am fine with 1, 2, 4, 5 and 6. But 3 is a little harder due to me not really reading books. I considered talking about random fruits instead, but that is against the rules. So I will give it a go.
So here we go. 6 random bookish things about me:
1 – It drives me mad how many books my wife has. She has more books than the rain forest has trees. Our house does not have foundations made of concrete, steel or cotton wool like normal buildings. Instead, my wife and her book collection hold the place together. It is that bad that just 3 days ago, the roof in the kitchen started to collapse because she wanted to read “The con artists guide to winning a game of skittles”. Apparently it is about how one woman’s journey from high profile business woman to crazy cat lady took shape over a short time due to the 9:14am train being late. I mean really…how the hell do some people get published?
2 – I only read books by 2 authors. Dan Brown because I like his style of writing, and Jeremy Clarkson…because…erm…I like his style of writing. Actually, for anyone that enjoys the drivel I write in the name of humour, I recommend reading Clarksons stuff.
3 – I have not been to a library since I was 12….and only went to that one because the toilets in the local pub I was passing were out of order when I desperately needed to empty my bladder. While in there, I went on a wondrous journey of filling myself with knowledge and pride at being able to increase my station. I am of course talking about the pub, and not the library. Pork scratching? Why did no one tell me of such pleasure before?
4 – I get bored reading 3 pages in a row in a book, but can live forever reading articles on the world wide whooblywotsit. Why? What is the difference? I don’t know. But I would rather sit up in bed slowly roasting my testicles with the battery of my laptop than sit up reading a book. But I would read the electronic copy of the book no problem! Maybe it is the fresh cooked smell of my nuts on the battery?
5 – I am afraid that my wife will one day read the book that I am writing and tell me that the book about the woman turning in to a crazy cat lady is better. Rejection is hard enough, but being beaten by a book by someone who should really be a saying “reverse. reverse. reverse. stop.” and then moving on to the next car waiting to park is a little more than I can live with.
6 – Are you willing to buy my book when I have finished it? I wont tell you what it is about. Nor will I tell you how many pages. Or indeed the title of the book. But honestly…will you buy it or not??? Come on…make a commitment here!
So there you have it. 6 bookish things about me. Now, if someone could tag me saying “List 100 reasons why beer is better than eating chihuahua poo”, I can really get in to it!
I am supposed to tag people. Well, that seems unfair on the ones I don’t tag, so you are all it. The first person to finish it gets bragging rights about being the first to finish it.
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