Four things (for Heather)…

I’m doing this for Heather and for anyone who ever reads this site because I’ve been too busy and too distracted trying to get some movement in various areas of my life to post here as much as I’d like. So even though it’s filler…

Four jobs I’ve had:

Four movies I can watch over and over:

Four places I’ve liked

  • Belaugh
  • Ephesus
  • San Francisco
  • Bristol

Four TV shows I love

  • Battlestar Galactica
  • The Daily Show
  • Celebrity Big Brother
  • The West Wing

Four places I’ve vacationed:

  • Prague
  • New York
  • Cornwall
  • Tijuana

Four Five of my favorite dishes:

  • Salt Beef and Latkes
  • Goan Chicken Curry with Aloo Patak
  • Tea & Scones with Clotted Cream and Strawberry Jam
  • Roast Beef and Yorkshire Puddings
  • Treacle Sponge

Four sites I visit daily:

Four places I would rather be right now:

  • California (“The beach goes on forever”)
  • Morzine
  • Cairo
  • Bed.

Four bloggers minxes I am tagging:

16 replies on “Four things (for Heather)…”

I guess that puts you out of consideration for the 7×7 version. These things are weird, aren’t they? They’re an invitation to write in an odd, hybrid mode – a combination of straightforward** autobiography, secret* wishes and McSweeneyish playfulness. And they never seem to include the categories I’d really like to write about. Which in turn suggests an instant filler post: Ten Headings I’d Like To See In An n-Things Questionnaire…
This idea appeals to me more, although for obvious(?) reasons it didn’t really have legs.
* Although not that secret, what with laying them out for all to see in this international open-access word box.
** Not necessarily that straightforward, either.

Roys of Wroxham, how the name fills me with dread. My school asked me what I wanted to be, I said computer programmer, they sent me there for two weeks child slave labour.

Yes, but it’s ROYS OF WROXHAM. Not just any local supermarket in a village, oh no. I mean, you drive into the village and it’s like he owns the place – signs everywhere, and you can hardly miss his expanding emporium. Roy’s Wroxham, more like.
Out of interest, is there an actual Roy? The real Roy McCoy, so to speak? Have you met him?

I’ve not met him – but yeah there’s a real guy and he’s called Fred Roy. Actually he might have died recently. I can’t remember. Something happened. Actually he and my parents were both trying to buy the same house about twenty five years ago and my parents got it and are still living in it. Fred Roy’s ex-wife used to live in the same village. It’s all very incestuous, Norfolk…

Sorry. As a born and bred Bristolian, I am duty bound to shout that whenever someone mentions my city. For whatever reason, it doesn’t seem like Bristol ever gets a mention on this fair internet, so I am quietly impressed. PS.

Erm, it seems that, after I stole your disclaimer about how you were really busy and not doing as much on your blog as you’d like, because I’m really busy and not doing as much on my blog as I’d like, it seems Gary has nicked it too. What’s up with us all? Why are we all so busy we aren’t doing as much on our blogs as we’d like? Me, I yearn, sometimes, for a return to that state of selfunemployment I was in two or three years ago, instead of having every second of my day accounted for. Oh well. I’ll just have to settle for a post a week and the occasional comment, I suppose.

Agreed Phil the second meme thing doesn’t work as well. I always feel compelled to do the bloody things when someone tags me though and I usually read other people’s too. They’re certainly a much more interesting concept than the hideous old skool chain letter!

That reference made me smile too… but Roy’s isn’t “a supermarket in a village in the middle of nowhere”…
“It’s the out-of-town shopping expe-ri-ence!”

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