I don’t post many of these quiz thangs but this one was spot on.
| You Are 25 Years Old |
25
Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view – and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what’s to come… love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You’ve had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You’ve been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax. |
(Nod: doctorvee)
Scheduled up against tonight’s Doctor Who themed programming on BBC Two is a reality TV show on BBC Three. Job for the Slob is on as I type. And the “slob” is my brother.
Dan texts to say he’s spotted himself on this blog – “at last!” Fair enough, since it was over two months ago that I explained that I tend not to mentione non-blogging friends by name and he said I should feel free to name and shame him. Unfortunately, that was during my most recent phoneless period and therefore didn’t get blogged.
Flashback: Monday, 27 – Wednesday, 29 December 2004
During that long, empty period between Christmas and New Year, Dan and I had what he termed (fairly optimistically) an “arts and crafts” week. On the Monday, we went to see John Hegley and both managed to get roped into audience participation rituals (I sang; Dan’s involved a vegetable). The show was in North London at The Pleasance, a venue I realised I’d been to around seven and a half years earlier to see Cluub Zarathustra. My clearest memory of that (and I don’t mean to make this a flashback inside a flashback) is drinking in the bar afterwards and mouthing off about parts of the anatomy that are anagrams of other parts of the anatomy (to this day I can only come up with two-and-a-half pairs).
The following day, we went to Brighton. Went to a café-bar with poor service (fortunately for them I’ve forgotten its name) and then to Next where I bought a coat in a particularly exciting shade of beige.
Back in London on the Wedneaday, we popped into H&M where, encouraged by Dan, I picked up a somewhat controversial flat cap before going to see Napoleon Dynamite. That was very funny, although it couldn’t quite live up to the superlatives splashed on the posters. It was a refreshingly different type of film though with a very strong central performance. And after watching a movie’s worth of Napoleon and his awkward dress sense, my new cap seemed that much cooler.
I like the word facetious. It contains all the vowels in alphabetical order.
Sir Peter Maxwell Davies, Master of the Queen’s Music, demonstrates the meaning of the word after being cautioned by the police who found a bird at his house.
(As I typed that the full Doctor Who trailer came on the TV in front of me and I got the shivers. Only 8 days to go!)
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