Scary tagged me to admit to seven things that no-one else knows. Well, that will be a interesting. What to own up to, what to keep hidden. Anyway, here goes. I'm not sure whether they appear in any particular order of guilt, stupidity, insight or anything else. I'm even not sure why there are seven items.
1. I suffer from a strong temptation to post comments when I am sleep-deprived or have had a beer or two. It's something about walls of inhibition being broken down. However, the comments tend to be pointless. As I write, I am hoping that a couple of people will forgive me. I'll try to do better in future.
2. I first rode, other than pony rides as a child, at the age of 27. From then on, riding developed quickly as an obsession. It changed my life. I hope that this was a good thing. I'm not sure what I would be doing otherwise.
3. A historical character who fascinates me more than most others is Lawrence of Arabia. His abilities inspire me, his hardiness challenges me, and his breakdown is a worrying spectre of what can go wrong.
4. I would love to be able to go back to the period around 1930 to explore far-flung parts of Europe when there really was enormous variety abounding.
5. A journey that I would love to have made was Belgrade to Dubrovnik, nearly 400 miles by narrow-gauge train through the Yugoslav mountains. Failing that, a perambulation of the old Denver & Rio Grande Western narrow gauge network would have been fun.
6. Scary may suffer from rhinotexilomania, however I suffer from intestinal fermentation of the sort that makes fluffing the duvet a faux pas. Still, if done silently and with a straight face, the effect on a crowded subway car can be hillarious.
7. I was adopted as a young child. I've no idea who my real parents are. (This kind of information is legally protected in Britain.) I suppose that now I know, more or less, who I am - so, knowledge of my parents has become less important. I do wonder whether this is what made me a loner for years, happy in my own company?
So there you are. Nothing too shocking, and only one particularly bad habit let out of the bag. Even if kept safely under the duvet most times.
Am I now supposed to tag others? What's the form, Scary?