Truth me.
My best day…
Last year I was lucky enough to go on a trip to beautiful South Africa. On one glorious day we drove down to Boulders Beach and saw penguins sunbathing, then carried the route to Cape Point, and had to stop to let Baboons cross the road! We got to Cape Point and I felt like I was at the end of the (very windy) world. Just a joyous free windy feeling! Then we ambled back to Capetown and got absolutely plastered on fabulous wine and ate the best meat I’ve ever tasted at Nelsons Eye restaurant. What a great day.
My worst day was earlier this year. I work in central London, and was on my own in the office on 7/7. It was a terribly sad day, and because all the phones/email etc went down none of my family knew I was ok for a few hours - knowing they were worried was awful. I saw people coming down Grays Inn Road all blackened and smokey, wrapped in those silvery blanket things. The biggest bum-squeezy moment was realising that my office block was INSIDE the police cordon where they were stopping all the buses to check if they had bombs on them. I had no way to get home, so had to walk from my office all the way to Queens Park, which was not fun as I have rheumatoid arthritis. When I finally got to my boyfriends house, beyond weary and feeling pretty upset, he had decided that that would be the perfect time to have a ‘talk’, about our relationship and then…
…he dumped me. Bummer eh?
My username is from a song written by The Goons. (My all time comedy hero is Spike Milliigan) My Da used to sing it to me. Google for ‘Ying Tong Song’ and the second hit has a free download of it. I guess not everyone will find it as funny as I do - but it makes me giggle like a loon!
Purely selfish, eh?
Vast wealth would be the first one.
Then…probably an island of my very own. Already powered, staffed, and filled with yummy things.
Then…a harem of male slaves.
Bricker, interesting story - " I put my pants on one leg at a time." Uh…right. Another truth for you, although you can reciprocate:
Lots of lawyers start out in positions where they don’t have a lot of power and can’t choose their cases. Were you ever in a case of defending someone that you really didn’t want to, didn’t like, and didn’t believe in?
T or D, The Weird One? 
Easily done.
So, T or D?
You too, yingtongtiddleipo
Bricker, dare! I’m feeling adventurous again.
Revenant, if you never had to worry about a penny again, what would you choose for your career?
The Weird One, T or D?
yingtongtiddleipo, T or D?
Um…
I was a public defender. Your sentence describes the vast majority of my clientele.
If it’s not clear, a public defender is a lawyer assigned to defend those people accused of crimes but unable to afford their own attorney. You know the famous Miranda warning that goes, “If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided to you without charge?”
Well, that was me. I took all sorts of cases, out of the conviction that under our system of adversarial justice, everyone is entitled to the most vigorous ethical defense, guilty or innocent. There are many good reasons to adhere to this. As one oft-quoted phrase observes: “If I choose not to defend the guilty, then when the time comes to defend the innocent, what tools will I have to do so?”
So… yeah. The entirety of my litigating career (with one exception) was spent defending clients I didn’t pick, and most often didn’t like and didn’t believe in.
Turth!
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Truith!
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Truth!
Sheesh!
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I’ll try a dare this time.
And Bricker, from what I hear, being a public defender is a thankless job. So…Thanks!
Dare!
Yes, that is exactly what I was thinking about - public defenders. Didn’t realize you actually *were * one! Thank you also for doing this job. It’s a difficult and necessary job and is needed for the rest of us to continue believing in this elusive thing called justice.
The Weird One - it’s been a long time since we had any poetry or singing. So…pick a famous song. Any song. Re-do the lyrics and sing in praises of something you hate.
You have a fetish that many people would consider gross - licking armpits, perhaps, or stomping on bugs, or something along those lines. And you’ve got to write a short speech for your self-help group explaining why you find this practice so compelling.
Well…I suppose i’d make a go of being an author, because i’d love to write for a living and if I don’t need to work i’d have plenty of time. My best job, though, would be directing films, but that’s not really a thing that can be done just because you have tons of cash.
Also, like The Weird One said, hooray for Bricker! I don’t think I could defend everybody regardless of my own feelings like that, so you’re clearly very professional to do the job. And restraining the urge to pummel the jury is good, too 
#3:
I think I should mention how I first got into playing the trumpet! I’ve been musical nearly all my life (apparently as a small boy I applauded the organist in church!) and a few years back I was at the Remembrance Sunday service at my local church! I got introduced to an ex-army bandsman in the village who was getting a band together, and he asked if I could play any brass (he knew I could sing)! Well, twenty years before I’d had a brief flirtation with tenor horn and euphonium - no lessons, but enough of a go to get the fundamentals - so I said if he could borrow me an instrument I’d see what I could do!
He turned up a few days later with an old trumpet of his own and suggested I try that! With nothing but my rusty knowledge from two decades before plus a “Tune-a-Day” book I set about getting a sound out of it…! And a fortnight later I turned up to the band’s inaugural rehearsal!
To my surprise we had a 15-piece wind band already, and I got handed a big sheaf of 2nd trumpet parts! As you can imagine, I was slightly concerned! I’d envisaged a small group of local volunteers, given the small size of the village, and if I’d known he could get so many competent performers together I’d never have dared to volunteer! But I took a deep breath and jumped in!
George later said how surprised he was that I’d turned up and just started playing! I pretty much floated home, having by no means hit every note but not disgraced myself, and went on from there, beginning with getting my own instrument… and some lessons, beginning with the right way to hold the trumpet!
It’s still very much a going concern! Within half a year I was learning to blow a valveless trumpet too!
I’ll take a final truth for the day and offer out a final dare - any takers?
I’m recycling some from earlier in the thread… but only because they still have possibilities!
In one of those weird situations that arise in TruthOrDare World, you absolutely have to make out with a family member - some blood relation. You must swap spit for at least a minute of genuine make-out magic.
Who do you pick?
Wow, Malacandra’s posts are really annoying.
Truth - let’s hear your three selfish wishers.
And sure, I’ll take a dare.
1)I wish for a magic purse with magic credit cards and money that never runs out
2)I wish for a ‘love of my life’ who loves me back
3) I wish I could fly
I dare you… to be frightfully, frightfully English for your next 3 posts. Including spelling. Tally ho!
Evening all - be back to see this thread tomorrow!
My dearest friends,
I write this as part of our recovery as detailed in the book that we have been working through: Helping Others, Helping You.
The book says I have to make a true confession to recover, so here it is.
To put it simply, my main joy in life is sniffing cauliflower farts.
I know this sounds wrong and even disgusting to you. However the fact remains that I find this practice exhilirating and even ediying. That wholesome aroma, plus the fact that the…er…giver feels free enough in front of me to “let go”, so to speak. Why, I have been known to buy up all the cauliflower in the market in preparation for a really good weekend.
As you can imagine, I have a difficult time finding a partner who is willing to partake. Thus the self-help group. However, I am not here to be cured. Rather, I hope to find someone of similar interests.
*Anyone here really like cauliflower? *
doo dee doo…