... I'm done at last, everything organised and sorted for Christmas, shopping done, food bought and planned, gifts wrapped and cards written and surprisingly posted within the limits of last posting dates!
All that remains now is to get my self out of bed at 5am tomorrow morning, drag PG with me and get our butts on the A1 with some degree of consciousness. We are headed for my sisters home in Leicester for the day. The drive does not fill me with glee, I have done worse but Scotland to Leicester and back in a day is not really my idea of fun......thankfully we both drive so it's only something in the region of 300 miles each and the few hours between journeys with my sister and my nieces will be worth it.
As we leave tomorrow evening for our return the rest of the family will be converging for Christmas, with luck we might see my parents for a few minutes and then it's back on the road. The temptation to stay will be strong. No doubt my eldest niece will hang around my waist, as is her way, in her sweet endeavour to keep us there. Not helpful!
Somehow this plan seemed a good idea weeks ago when it was made! Sitting here listening to a gale blowing outside and with the reminder of my man-flu still refusing to depart my body it seems something less than the best idea I have had!!
And so, this tiny corner of the blogosphere will be unusually quiet tomorrow (did I hear a sigh of relief there?), but normal service will be resumed on Christmas eve.....though perhaps not at my usual 7-8 am time slot!
Wednesday, 22 December 2004
More 'On this day'
The BBC's 'on this day pages' are one of my regular haunts, like that isn't apparent without my pointing it out! It must be an age thing, let's face it, if I where only say 16 years of age, I would have memories of far fewer of the items featured!
Today again there is an item contained in the aforementioned that stands out starkly in my mind, another air disaster but one very different from the Lockerbie tragedy I recalled yesterday.
32 years ago today this was reported, I was a child at the time and I can still recall being both horrified and fascinated. my understanding was limited of course, not assisted by the fact that my father always read The Times and consequently it was my only source of information.......it's vocabulary and style were a little 'advanced' for the intellect of an 11 year old!
At the time, my fascination was of the cannibalism aspect of the story, in that horribly morbid and honest way children have I was far more interested in the fact that these individuals had turned to eating one another, something that I had never even imagined beforehand, than I was in the survival of those involved.
Today of course I read it very differently, I am astounded now at the physical and mental strength of those men to survive in such conditions by any means available to them, I marvel at their fortitude, strength of character and courage.
That these individuals survived at all in such conditions is an outstanding testament to the human spirit and it's ultimate fight for survival when faced with a life threatening challenge of such extreme magnitude.
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And yes, I am aware that this is the season of joy and goodwill and that I appear to be posting items of late that do not fall even remotely into that category.... I will endeavour for the next few days at least, to find items of a more light hearted nature!
Today again there is an item contained in the aforementioned that stands out starkly in my mind, another air disaster but one very different from the Lockerbie tragedy I recalled yesterday.
32 years ago today this was reported, I was a child at the time and I can still recall being both horrified and fascinated. my understanding was limited of course, not assisted by the fact that my father always read The Times and consequently it was my only source of information.......it's vocabulary and style were a little 'advanced' for the intellect of an 11 year old!
At the time, my fascination was of the cannibalism aspect of the story, in that horribly morbid and honest way children have I was far more interested in the fact that these individuals had turned to eating one another, something that I had never even imagined beforehand, than I was in the survival of those involved.
Today of course I read it very differently, I am astounded now at the physical and mental strength of those men to survive in such conditions by any means available to them, I marvel at their fortitude, strength of character and courage.
That these individuals survived at all in such conditions is an outstanding testament to the human spirit and it's ultimate fight for survival when faced with a life threatening challenge of such extreme magnitude.
And yes, I am aware that this is the season of joy and goodwill and that I appear to be posting items of late that do not fall even remotely into that category.... I will endeavour for the next few days at least, to find items of a more light hearted nature!
Tuesday, 21 December 2004
Cat-astroph-tree!
This picture speaks for itself!
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Ditto.
Apologies for the somewhat evident lack of focus, I was trying to decide whether I should take the pic or disentangle the cat from the tree......I did neither successfully!
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Ditto.
Apologies for the somewhat evident lack of focus, I was trying to decide whether I should take the pic or disentangle the cat from the tree......I did neither successfully!
The shortest day
So from here on in the days get longer, evidence will be scant no doubt for the near future but long dark nights officially decrease from now!
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Sunrise, 21.12.2004. 08.29 hrs
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Sunrise, 21.12.2004. 08.29 hrs
Lockerbie 16 years on
It is 16 years today since the tragedy that was the Lockerbie air disaster, an incident of terrorism that has since been the subject of much debate and legal wranglings.
Shortly after 19.00 hrs the Boeing 747, on it's route from London Heathrow to New York JFK crashed onto the small village of Lockerbie, Scotland, killing 259 passengers on board and 11 individuals on the ground,the result as we now know of a bomb placed on the aircraft.
Lockerbie.
It took until January 2001 to get Lybian Abdelbaset ali Mohmed al-Megrahi into court and convicted of the crime, the man accused of being his accomplice was found not guilty.
Lockerbie is a small town in the South West of Scotland, at the time of the disaster it was for me, like so many, a terrible tragedy reported in the news. An incident of magnitude and another act of terrorism inflicted on Britain but somehow removed from my own life. I was of course horrified, it was a sadness for those involved on both sides of the Atlantic that was for most without precedent but in that strange way, I suppose like many items reported on the news it seemed somewhat removed from my own life.
Sixteen years on and Lockerbie is now not far from home. For me, that alone has bought the horror of that night into stark reality. I have met people who in one way or another were involved, smaller items concerning the incident and the village are reported on local news here and knowing the area in reality makes the mental images much sharper.
I have never visited Lockerbie itself, I have had no cause too thus far and to do so would seem only to be morbid curiosity. The town has rallied, a memorial to those that died that winters night sixteen years ago, has been erected, the residents have pulled themselves up by the boot straps and rebuilt their lives and the perpetrator has been finally been incarcerated, but as I sit here, surrounded by the same countryside and terrain I can't begin to imagine the terror just a few miles away, suffered by those on board bound homeward for Christmas, or that of those who watched a 747 fall out of the Christmas night sky onto their village.
My thoughts today are with those who lost a loved one in this act of terrorism.
Shortly after 19.00 hrs the Boeing 747, on it's route from London Heathrow to New York JFK crashed onto the small village of Lockerbie, Scotland, killing 259 passengers on board and 11 individuals on the ground,the result as we now know of a bomb placed on the aircraft.
Lockerbie.
It took until January 2001 to get Lybian Abdelbaset ali Mohmed al-Megrahi into court and convicted of the crime, the man accused of being his accomplice was found not guilty.
Lockerbie is a small town in the South West of Scotland, at the time of the disaster it was for me, like so many, a terrible tragedy reported in the news. An incident of magnitude and another act of terrorism inflicted on Britain but somehow removed from my own life. I was of course horrified, it was a sadness for those involved on both sides of the Atlantic that was for most without precedent but in that strange way, I suppose like many items reported on the news it seemed somewhat removed from my own life.
Sixteen years on and Lockerbie is now not far from home. For me, that alone has bought the horror of that night into stark reality. I have met people who in one way or another were involved, smaller items concerning the incident and the village are reported on local news here and knowing the area in reality makes the mental images much sharper.
I have never visited Lockerbie itself, I have had no cause too thus far and to do so would seem only to be morbid curiosity. The town has rallied, a memorial to those that died that winters night sixteen years ago, has been erected, the residents have pulled themselves up by the boot straps and rebuilt their lives and the perpetrator has been finally been incarcerated, but as I sit here, surrounded by the same countryside and terrain I can't begin to imagine the terror just a few miles away, suffered by those on board bound homeward for Christmas, or that of those who watched a 747 fall out of the Christmas night sky onto their village.
My thoughts today are with those who lost a loved one in this act of terrorism.
Monday, 20 December 2004
I have a friend......
........ or at least I hope I do, someone I didn't expect to become a friend and someone who has appeared in my life from out of nowhere.
This person, I will call them 'T' for now, is at an important crossroads in their life, one where big decisions having to be made will have repercussions for the remainder of their life.
I feel for 'T', the decisions and subsequent actions that need to be taken have been harshly bestowed upon young shoulders and are some of the most difficult in life so far, a life that has of late not been much fun and has been a hard learning curve.
It is difficult from my perspective, I am older, I know the pitfalls, I have that blessed thing called 'experience', I can see the route to success but I can't force actions upon my friend.....those have to be individual choice, if they are not then the executing of them will not be from the heart and without conviction will be so much harder to face, to carry through.
I want to shake 'T', to shout, to be able to look hard into their face and challenge them not to fail but I can't.....it is not for me to take that responsibility, it is 'T's own responsibility not to take the wrong road.
When I was younger I remember vividly thinking that all advice offered to me by someone with 'experience' and 'over 30' was crap, what did someone 'old' know about my problems? How did they know how I felt? they where after all 'old', they had no idea!.....Oh, the naivete and arrogance of youth.
'T' may well view me with such skepticism, disregard my thoughts as ramblings of an old git..... and that is my fear. Watching 'T' struggling with the choices on offer is hard, it's frustrating, the wise option is obvious to an old git such as me, one route is wrong and one right, life is very rarely black and white but in this instance it is! There is only choice. it is a hard choice but it is an important and life changing one.
I am not often moved to try and influence another's life, I am as a rule given to the belief that another's life is their own responsibility but on this occasion something has got to me about 'T' and where they go from here on in is critical.
'T', I think you know who you are, this 'old git' is looking you hard in the eye and challenging you to make the right decision. You know in your heart which route to take.
Good luck my friend.
This person, I will call them 'T' for now, is at an important crossroads in their life, one where big decisions having to be made will have repercussions for the remainder of their life.
I feel for 'T', the decisions and subsequent actions that need to be taken have been harshly bestowed upon young shoulders and are some of the most difficult in life so far, a life that has of late not been much fun and has been a hard learning curve.
It is difficult from my perspective, I am older, I know the pitfalls, I have that blessed thing called 'experience', I can see the route to success but I can't force actions upon my friend.....those have to be individual choice, if they are not then the executing of them will not be from the heart and without conviction will be so much harder to face, to carry through.
I want to shake 'T', to shout, to be able to look hard into their face and challenge them not to fail but I can't.....it is not for me to take that responsibility, it is 'T's own responsibility not to take the wrong road.
When I was younger I remember vividly thinking that all advice offered to me by someone with 'experience' and 'over 30' was crap, what did someone 'old' know about my problems? How did they know how I felt? they where after all 'old', they had no idea!.....Oh, the naivete and arrogance of youth.
'T' may well view me with such skepticism, disregard my thoughts as ramblings of an old git..... and that is my fear. Watching 'T' struggling with the choices on offer is hard, it's frustrating, the wise option is obvious to an old git such as me, one route is wrong and one right, life is very rarely black and white but in this instance it is! There is only choice. it is a hard choice but it is an important and life changing one.
I am not often moved to try and influence another's life, I am as a rule given to the belief that another's life is their own responsibility but on this occasion something has got to me about 'T' and where they go from here on in is critical.
'T', I think you know who you are, this 'old git' is looking you hard in the eye and challenging you to make the right decision. You know in your heart which route to take.
Good luck my friend.
Just call me Rudolph
Yesterday morning at last I woke gleefully to snow!!!!, granted it was only the lightest dusting but it was snow all the same, the temperature has remained sub zero ever since and consequently my tiny whiteness has remained along with it. I ventured into work early in the morning enjoying the sight of the white against the black of the dawn, though it was a somewhat slow journey, the snow having by then frozen onto the roads as ice.
Work was uneventful in itself though it was my last day until 'post Christmas'. Yayyyy, I have a whole week off, an extremely rare occurrence in retail and a treat only afforded me in error......I won't bore you with the details but it was no one's intention that I should get such a long period of holiday..... you won't find me complaining anywhere though!
Of course the day could not be good in it's entirety, the morning saw me decline rapidly into a state of unpleasantness as a rather hienous bout of flu descended upon me. Well, to be more specific and less melodramatic, flu I doubt is what it is, rather, to be more accurate a heavy cold but if the guys can have flu then so can I!
I have the usual plethora of delightful symptoms, a nose bearing impressive resemblance to Rudolph's and behaving like a tap with a dodgy washer, a throat full of cut glass and some bastard little guy in my head 'going for gold' with a Kango hammer each time I dare to move! it could be worse, I don't have to struggle into work and I have nothing pressing today to get done, the perfect excuse to stay rooted here and play, for as long as the guy in my head with the hammer allows.
Christmas itself is looking improved, Thursday I get to visit my sister and nieces, ok, so I have a 600 mile drive in a day but it will be worth it just to share their excitement at the impending visit from 'Father Christmas', Christmas day itself still leaves a little to be desired but I have a couple of DVD's at the ready to entertain myself and on Boxing day I have been invited to a friends to spend the day with her and her family.
So things are most definitely looking up, the 'ailing' should be all but gone by then and I have some kind of Christmas planned, it won't be quite like spending it with my family and PG but I can't complain, at least I don't have to spend it working as he does, poor guy.
Work was uneventful in itself though it was my last day until 'post Christmas'. Yayyyy, I have a whole week off, an extremely rare occurrence in retail and a treat only afforded me in error......I won't bore you with the details but it was no one's intention that I should get such a long period of holiday..... you won't find me complaining anywhere though!
Of course the day could not be good in it's entirety, the morning saw me decline rapidly into a state of unpleasantness as a rather hienous bout of flu descended upon me. Well, to be more specific and less melodramatic, flu I doubt is what it is, rather, to be more accurate a heavy cold but if the guys can have flu then so can I!
I have the usual plethora of delightful symptoms, a nose bearing impressive resemblance to Rudolph's and behaving like a tap with a dodgy washer, a throat full of cut glass and some bastard little guy in my head 'going for gold' with a Kango hammer each time I dare to move! it could be worse, I don't have to struggle into work and I have nothing pressing today to get done, the perfect excuse to stay rooted here and play, for as long as the guy in my head with the hammer allows.
Christmas itself is looking improved, Thursday I get to visit my sister and nieces, ok, so I have a 600 mile drive in a day but it will be worth it just to share their excitement at the impending visit from 'Father Christmas', Christmas day itself still leaves a little to be desired but I have a couple of DVD's at the ready to entertain myself and on Boxing day I have been invited to a friends to spend the day with her and her family.
So things are most definitely looking up, the 'ailing' should be all but gone by then and I have some kind of Christmas planned, it won't be quite like spending it with my family and PG but I can't complain, at least I don't have to spend it working as he does, poor guy.
Sunday, 19 December 2004
Saturday, 18 December 2004
Have you ever noticed.....
.....just how quiet and uninhabited the blogosphere becomes on the weekend? It has long been thus, a pin can be heard dropping in almost any blog Saturday to Sunday and the onset of the festive season has only proved to make the situation more pronounced.
I have a theory or two on this. The first is that many of you actually have life at the weekend and go out of the house to do stuff that doesn't involve a hard drive and a mouse. I myself am not in much evidence, work forces me from this spot on the two days of the week when everyone else seems to be out playing, I arrive home from work expecting everything to be as normal and invariably find just a few of us in residence.
My second theory should be of concern to the average CEO......just how many bloggers blog only from work, as a Monday to Friday distraction from the mundanities of the office ?.......oh the chance would be a fine thing. We hear much about the amount of corporate time spent in the workplace emailing friends with jokes etc.....email my foot.....there is a whole world of corporate bloggers out there somewhere who go into hiding as soon as the weekend arrives.......... As if! :o)
I have a theory or two on this. The first is that many of you actually have life at the weekend and go out of the house to do stuff that doesn't involve a hard drive and a mouse. I myself am not in much evidence, work forces me from this spot on the two days of the week when everyone else seems to be out playing, I arrive home from work expecting everything to be as normal and invariably find just a few of us in residence.
My second theory should be of concern to the average CEO......just how many bloggers blog only from work, as a Monday to Friday distraction from the mundanities of the office ?.......oh the chance would be a fine thing. We hear much about the amount of corporate time spent in the workplace emailing friends with jokes etc.....email my foot.....there is a whole world of corporate bloggers out there somewhere who go into hiding as soon as the weekend arrives.......... As if! :o)
Winter wedding
Here's wishing them both a wonderful day, a long and happy life together and lots of snow!
Have a great day Snowbabies.
Friday, 17 December 2004
The Christmas visiting begins
We are off today to visit the 'outlaws', PG's parents. I think one has to be married for them to become 'inlaws' and so for now they are my outlaws! There is a pun there somewhere but I am currently functioning on 3 hours sleep and I can't work it out, ugh!
We beetled off last night to fix a friends pc deciding en route to partake of dinner, if it can be called that at the cafe in a local supermarket. I am not usually given to frequenting these places for more than a cup of insipid coffee but this one, contrary to the norm used to be good. I say used to be because the company has recently suffered a take over by another and suffered appears to be the correct term! The service was hopeless, an ill mannered, disinterested teenager almost launched our food at us, forgot our drinks and grumbled that we dared to request cutlery. Had we not been in a hurry I was strongly tempted to seek out her manager and remind him of his staff's obligation of service but pressure of time and a distinct feeling that I would be beating my head against a wall caused me to abandon that idea.
The remainder of the evening was a scream, the pc was fixed in the first half hour and the remainder was spent in hilarious and alcohol fuelled conversation. We got home, against our better intentions, at stupid o'clock and are consequently going to suffer today!
So as I was saying, it's off to the 'outlaws' today, Christmas parcels in hand and with some interest in the prevailing weather forecast......the route we are travelling, all 180 miles of it, is promised 'very heavy snow' for most of the day and into the evening.......bring it on!
We beetled off last night to fix a friends pc deciding en route to partake of dinner, if it can be called that at the cafe in a local supermarket. I am not usually given to frequenting these places for more than a cup of insipid coffee but this one, contrary to the norm used to be good. I say used to be because the company has recently suffered a take over by another and suffered appears to be the correct term! The service was hopeless, an ill mannered, disinterested teenager almost launched our food at us, forgot our drinks and grumbled that we dared to request cutlery. Had we not been in a hurry I was strongly tempted to seek out her manager and remind him of his staff's obligation of service but pressure of time and a distinct feeling that I would be beating my head against a wall caused me to abandon that idea.
The remainder of the evening was a scream, the pc was fixed in the first half hour and the remainder was spent in hilarious and alcohol fuelled conversation. We got home, against our better intentions, at stupid o'clock and are consequently going to suffer today!
So as I was saying, it's off to the 'outlaws' today, Christmas parcels in hand and with some interest in the prevailing weather forecast......the route we are travelling, all 180 miles of it, is promised 'very heavy snow' for most of the day and into the evening.......bring it on!
Thursday, 16 December 2004
I may live to regret this
PG, who most certainly doesn't share my enthusiasm and passion for snow, quite the reverse in fact, he hates the stuff, has spent the last 24 hours intermittently sniggering at my almost constant weather monitoring and warning me, in in dire tones, that I am 'going to live to regret wishing for snow'! This is light hearted of course but the more he furnishes me with graphic detail, the more I am inclined to have a tiny bit of doubt in my mind!
Of course I still want snow, I will not be deterred from my excitement at the imminent prospect, the forecast is becoming more promising almost by the hour but maybe just maybe, as he regails me of tales from winter four years ago, I should be hoping for just a little snow...... as opposed to a great white heap.
Winter in this corner of Scotland four years ago, now that's not a winter those who went through it will forget in a hurry. Ask anyone here about it and they will immediately hunt out photographs and begin with tales of white woe. Overnight and apparently unexpectedly five foot of snow fell in just a few hours, it drifted to over 12 foot in places and this little village and those surrounding it, were cut off from civilisation for days. Even the intrepid farmers with snow ploughs attached to the front of tractors and local authority workers struggled to cut a path through the mountains of snow.
PG was working a night shift when the snow fell and was forced to remain at work 24/7 for days on end, he couldn't get home and equally his colleagues, who should have been taking over, couldn't get in. They have fifteen or so severely disabled residents to care for and began to run short of some necessary foodstuffs. PG, as the only male on the premises throughout this, went on foot to the village store, a trip of only half a mile, to collect what provisions he could, the journey took him over an hour each way, on each occasion!
None of this is offputting to me, though I do begin to understand why he doesn't look forward to a repeat. What does begin to make the prospect of such a snowfall seem slightly less exciting is the reminder from him (and I have been reminded frequently believe me) that for 8 days he was without electricity , we have no gas, gas mains here don't exist, and I hate being cold. Worse by far though is the realisation that without power or a phone line......I have no computer!!!!
So, should I disappear without warning anytime soon, you can laugh heartily as you imagine my utter frustration.......... knowing I wished such an annoyance upon myself!
Of course I still want snow, I will not be deterred from my excitement at the imminent prospect, the forecast is becoming more promising almost by the hour but maybe just maybe, as he regails me of tales from winter four years ago, I should be hoping for just a little snow...... as opposed to a great white heap.
Winter in this corner of Scotland four years ago, now that's not a winter those who went through it will forget in a hurry. Ask anyone here about it and they will immediately hunt out photographs and begin with tales of white woe. Overnight and apparently unexpectedly five foot of snow fell in just a few hours, it drifted to over 12 foot in places and this little village and those surrounding it, were cut off from civilisation for days. Even the intrepid farmers with snow ploughs attached to the front of tractors and local authority workers struggled to cut a path through the mountains of snow.
PG was working a night shift when the snow fell and was forced to remain at work 24/7 for days on end, he couldn't get home and equally his colleagues, who should have been taking over, couldn't get in. They have fifteen or so severely disabled residents to care for and began to run short of some necessary foodstuffs. PG, as the only male on the premises throughout this, went on foot to the village store, a trip of only half a mile, to collect what provisions he could, the journey took him over an hour each way, on each occasion!
None of this is offputting to me, though I do begin to understand why he doesn't look forward to a repeat. What does begin to make the prospect of such a snowfall seem slightly less exciting is the reminder from him (and I have been reminded frequently believe me) that for 8 days he was without electricity , we have no gas, gas mains here don't exist, and I hate being cold. Worse by far though is the realisation that without power or a phone line......I have no computer!!!!
So, should I disappear without warning anytime soon, you can laugh heartily as you imagine my utter frustration.......... knowing I wished such an annoyance upon myself!
Wednesday, 15 December 2004
I stole this from.....
.....Wacky Southern Housewife who stole it off Sour Persimmons who in turn got it from Rafael's blog, who got it from.........ah hell who knows, anyways, I hope none of them object to strongly to my thievery, it looks like fun.
Q: What color is most reflective of you?
Black....no surprise there, but I love purple and blue.
Q: How did you get the idea for your blog name?
'Gemma' was my first cat, she died aged 18, 4 years ago. The first time I needed an 'online' name I added the 'k', my second initial at the time, it's said as one word incidentally, not gemma-k and has no initial at the front.....long story.
Q: What song are you playing now, or wish you were playing?
I'm not playing anything and I don't wish I was, I like the quiet. I have 'spells' when I play music all day long and then I stop again for months.
Q: Has the death of a celebrity ever made you cry?
Yes, Princess Diana and Marc Bolan.
Q: What color underwear are you wearing?
Excuse me!.......hell, I thought for a moment there I was on IRC! :o)
Q: Do you want a baby?
What? at my age?....unless of course you are talking baby cats here.
Q: What does your mom do for a living?
She was a radio engineer in the navy, a vision mixer in TV and a housewife.
Q: What does your dad do for a living?
He's retired but he was a lighting manager at the BBC, if you knew his name you can still see him in the captions! But you don't. heh.
Q: What is your pet's name?
I have two...'Poppy' and 'Ditto', like I haven't already bored you enough with those names!
Q: What color are your bedsheets?
Purple.
Q: What was the last concert you attended?
Hell, I haven't been to a concert in years, the last one was probably 'Sting'.
Q: Who was with you?
A friend.
Q: What was the last movie you saw?
I don't go to the movies now.....it's a 120 mile trip, if a DVD counts then 'The day after tomorrow'
Q: Who do you dislike most at this moment?
My ex-husband who made a fortune out of me.
Q: What food are you craving right now?
Chocolate......is there another food?
Q: Did you dream last night?
Yes.
Q: What was the last tv show you watched?
CSI
Q: What is your fave piece of jewelry?
A 0.60 carat flawless diamond solitaire ring....I love it, I bought it with part of an inheritance I received.
Q: What is to the left of you?
A wall...........exciting stuff eh?
Q: What was the last thing you ate?
Olives
Q: Who is your best friend of the opposite sex?
Does PG count or does it have to be someone other than him? If it has to be another then I can't choose....Phil, Matt or Tim.
Q: Write a song lyric that's in your head?
'Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the waaaaay'.........
Q: What song is that from?
Er.....Jingle Bells?
Q: Who last IMed you?
Can someone enlighten me please......what's IMed?
Q: What shampoo do you use?
Pantene
Q: When was the last time you cut your hair?
Two weeks ago.
Q: Are you on any meds?
Yes.
Q: Do you have a mental disorder?
Lol......define 'mental disorder'
Q: What shirt are you wearing?
I'm not, I'm wearing a fleece....this is Scotland for Gods sake, it's cold!
Q: What time is it?
20.09
Q: What is your fave frozen treat?
I don't like frozen treats....they hurt my teeth.
Q: Are you sexy?
Strange question, shouldn't that be directed at someone else? lol
Q: What's your favorite shopping store?
PC World
Q: Can you imagine yourself ever getting married?
Is that a wise question to direct at one who is twice divorced??!!
Q: What color is most reflective of you?
Black....no surprise there, but I love purple and blue.
Q: How did you get the idea for your blog name?
'Gemma' was my first cat, she died aged 18, 4 years ago. The first time I needed an 'online' name I added the 'k', my second initial at the time, it's said as one word incidentally, not gemma-k and has no initial at the front.....long story.
Q: What song are you playing now, or wish you were playing?
I'm not playing anything and I don't wish I was, I like the quiet. I have 'spells' when I play music all day long and then I stop again for months.
Q: Has the death of a celebrity ever made you cry?
Yes, Princess Diana and Marc Bolan.
Q: What color underwear are you wearing?
Excuse me!.......hell, I thought for a moment there I was on IRC! :o)
Q: Do you want a baby?
What? at my age?....unless of course you are talking baby cats here.
Q: What does your mom do for a living?
She was a radio engineer in the navy, a vision mixer in TV and a housewife.
Q: What does your dad do for a living?
He's retired but he was a lighting manager at the BBC, if you knew his name you can still see him in the captions! But you don't. heh.
Q: What is your pet's name?
I have two...'Poppy' and 'Ditto', like I haven't already bored you enough with those names!
Q: What color are your bedsheets?
Purple.
Q: What was the last concert you attended?
Hell, I haven't been to a concert in years, the last one was probably 'Sting'.
Q: Who was with you?
A friend.
Q: What was the last movie you saw?
I don't go to the movies now.....it's a 120 mile trip, if a DVD counts then 'The day after tomorrow'
Q: Who do you dislike most at this moment?
My ex-husband who made a fortune out of me.
Q: What food are you craving right now?
Chocolate......is there another food?
Q: Did you dream last night?
Yes.
Q: What was the last tv show you watched?
CSI
Q: What is your fave piece of jewelry?
A 0.60 carat flawless diamond solitaire ring....I love it, I bought it with part of an inheritance I received.
Q: What is to the left of you?
A wall...........exciting stuff eh?
Q: What was the last thing you ate?
Olives
Q: Who is your best friend of the opposite sex?
Does PG count or does it have to be someone other than him? If it has to be another then I can't choose....Phil, Matt or Tim.
Q: Write a song lyric that's in your head?
'Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the waaaaay'.........
Q: What song is that from?
Er.....Jingle Bells?
Q: Who last IMed you?
Can someone enlighten me please......what's IMed?
Q: What shampoo do you use?
Pantene
Q: When was the last time you cut your hair?
Two weeks ago.
Q: Are you on any meds?
Yes.
Q: Do you have a mental disorder?
Lol......define 'mental disorder'
Q: What shirt are you wearing?
I'm not, I'm wearing a fleece....this is Scotland for Gods sake, it's cold!
Q: What time is it?
20.09
Q: What is your fave frozen treat?
I don't like frozen treats....they hurt my teeth.
Q: Are you sexy?
Strange question, shouldn't that be directed at someone else? lol
Q: What's your favorite shopping store?
PC World
Q: Can you imagine yourself ever getting married?
Is that a wise question to direct at one who is twice divorced??!!
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