Q: What is your occupation?
A: Staff nurse in a male medical cardiology ward. I get the impression a lot of responders hate their jobs- I’d just like to balance things up a bit by saying that I love mine.
Q: What are you listening to right now?
A: Quiet background noises from my street which serve only to emphasise how peaceful it is, and my cat purring on my shoulder. Lovely.
Q: What was the last thing you ate?
A: A huge plate of fusilli pasta with ASDA pesto sauce and lashings of pepper. It was ginormous. I’m a pig. A happy, stuffed pig!
Q: Do you wish on stars?
A: No. Not superstitious in any way. No harm to those who do, though. And of course, I wish for things all the time, no stars required.
Q: If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
A: Do you mean, what is my favourite crayon colour? Because that would be a nice dark green. Or do you want me to sum up my personality in a colour? Umm, something generally dark with bits of brightness, calm but troubled… no, I’m not getting a colour here. I know, I’ll shamelessly reference my favourite author and plump for octarine.
Q: How is the weather right now?
A: 16 degrees centigrade and overcast but not actually raining yet. I live in the West of Scotland where this is considered a summers day. Sigh.
Q: Last person you spoke to on the phone?
A: My little sister in London. She is lying bathed in bright sunshine fanning herself limply in the heat. Sigh.
Q: How old are you today?
A: 32.
Q: Favorite drink?
A: Diet Coke. I drink almost nothing else. I’m a sort of living experiment. So far, none of the dire predictions I hear frequently (I work in a hospital, remember, surrounded by nurses, medics, dietitians and gloomy Victor Meldrew type patients) have come true (teeth still present and not brown, no holes in stomach, psychosis minimal, etc.)
Q: Favorite sport to watch?
A: Do I have to watch any of them? Is Big Brother a sport?
Q: Favorite TV series?
A: House, at the moment, but it changes as series come and go.
Q: Do you wear contacts?
A: No. Too expensive, and anyway my glasses have saved me from many an unforseen glob of body fluid over the years.
Q: Pets?
A: Well, I don’t generally wear them, but I have two cats, Trix and James, both adopted from unfavourable circumstances and hence a bit damaged and well, frankly, flipping bonkers. But heart-breakingly affectionate to me, even if they shun/try to kill other people. (And bloody hell, I’d bite the vet too. Supposed to be trained to deal with that sort of thing, no need to get so bloomin’ stroppy, mutter mumble.)
Q: Favorite month?
A: June, partly because that’s when the new fledglings stop following Mum and Dad about begging and start bumbling about the garden trying to work out for themselves what’s edible (leaf? ptoooie! nope. grass? ptoooie! nope. stone? ouch! nope. birdseed? Mmmmm, yummy! scoffscoffscoff!). I love watching the birds in my garden.
Q: Favorite food?
A: But I love all food. Must I pick just one? Most things are best in combination, after all. What is roast chicken without gravy and mashed potatoes? Chicken korma without naan bread? Hot summer berries without cream? The only stand-alone favourite I can think of is Galaxy chocolate from the fridge. (A good thing I just ate all that pasta, or I’d be rummaging through the fridge drooling by now!)
Q: What was the last movie you watched?
A: Well, Charlie’s Angels, but don’t hold it against me, it was just on, and I had nothing better to do. Saw Revenge Of The Sith at the pictures before that. Best of the first three. Painfully stilted dialogue. Sorry, wrong thread.
Q: Favorite day of the year?
A: The first one when my alarm goes off at 6am and its daylight.
Q: What do you do to vent anger?
A: Short term: swear violently in interior monologue which allows me to maintain a professional exterior (only ever seem to get really cross at work, usually with patients’ relatives). Long term: plot to get even.
Q: What was your favorite toy as a child?
A: My Lego.
Q: Fall or Spring?
A: Spring
Q: Hugs or kisses?
A: Hugs, hugs, hugs. I loved to snog in my younger days, but the older I get, the less appealing it seems…
Q: Cherry or Blueberry?
A: Cherry, please.
Q: Do you want your friends to email you back?
A: I don’t understand this question. Perhaps its a cultural thing? Is there a US custom of sending emails in the fervent hope that your friend won’t email you back? Had you considered, oh, I don’t know, just not sending the email in the first place as a more sure-fire method of obtaining a non-response?
Q: Who is most likely to respond?
A: They all will. It’s good manners, surely?
Q: Who is least likely to respond?
A: Still no clue what you want to know here!
Q: Living arrangements?
A: Mortgage holder on a little semi in a very quiet estate.
Q: When was the last time you cried?
A: When I went to see ROTS a few days ago. No, not the emotional storyline, but agoraphobia threatening to get the better of me. It didn’t though. Yay me.
Q: What is on the floor of your closet?
A: Closet? Ha, ha ha. I live in a modern 2-bedroom semi in Scotland. It would fit inside one of your American closets. If I wanted a closet I would have to give up the bathroom, or replace the stairs with a ladder. Closet indeed. I should be so lucky.
Q: Who is the friend you have had the longest?
A: My sister, I suppose. Do siblings count? I mean, you don’t necessarily get on with them, so if you do, they are a friend, yes?
Q: What did you do last night?
A: Started reading a new book, browsed around the internet, spoke to my Mum on the phone, watched CSI. Typical evening.
Q: Favorite smell?
A: Bacon.
Q: What inspires you?
A: Love, literature.
Q: What are you afraid of?
A: Spiders, but that seems a but trivial. The suffering of loved ones. And, I don’t mean to offend any Americans, but it truly frightens me that a man like George W. Bush can be elected to leadership of the most powerful country in the world. Scaaaary man.
Q: Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers?
A: Cheeseburger. (Although I suspect what passes for a cheeseburger here would be rightly regarded with derision by Americans!)
Q: Favorite car?
A: So not interested in cars. Boy question! Girl reply: dark green ones. (Although, round here green cars are regarded as unlucky. Even by Celtic supporters.)
Q: Favorite dog breed?
A: I have an inclusive policy on canines. Oooo, wooose a cutie den? is my standard response.
Q: Number of keys on your key ring?
A: 6: front door Yale and mortice, back door ditto, car key, Mum’s key.
Q: How many years at your current job?
A: 7 years.
Q: Favorite day of the week?
A: I’m fond of Thursdays. Never seemed to have PE on a Thursday when I was at school. I don’t work regular days of the week so I’m not biased towards Saturday and Sunday, and Thursdays just seem to turn out well, in general.
Q: How many states have you lived in?
A: None, you fool, I live in the UK. Bloomin’ US-centricism.
Q: How many cities have you lived in?
A: 2: Glasgow and Edinburgh. Prefer Edinburgh but have a nice house and job here in Glasgow. After 7 years have learned to live with much-vaunted Glaswegian ‘friendliness’ and ‘sense of humour’. I’m kidding, Glasgow folk are the salt of the earth. Stop thumping me.
Q: Best reason to stay in bed?
A: Because you can.
I love these threads. If you are wavering, please post. People are so interesting.
Lou