Seven things

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?

Comments

[Callie]

Very interesting....Is the "fluffing" a British man thing?, because I gotta tell ya, my British husband suffers the same or shall I say I suffer. Maybe it's the Marmite!

[Anne]

For some reason I too am fascinated with the 1930s, though I'm trying to figure out what America was like. I haven't figured out the attraction -- maybe the romance of old movies.

Is the fermentation process on the subway why you moved to Romania? :)

[Jamie]

Wow. Just wow. Gotta tell you that I love, really love, the journey I have been on yesterday and today reading your blog. I am just sad that I have come to it's end and now have to wait day by day for more. I didn't even know I wanted to go to Transylvania until now. I have so many questions....

[Scary]

That was really funny. Apparently you are supposed to tag seven others, (according to Callie) but I only tagged four.

As for farting, I think it might be universal with the male sex. Or at least the ones that are around horses. Jeremiah can't keep a straight face though.

[Laura]

i can vouch for the total veracity of #6- what you don't elaborate on in terms of keeping a straight face is that it's more of a carefully contrived oh-so-casual turn of the head around to see if anyone noticed- and we all do. Being downhill from julian on a steep ascent on the trail could be the most perilous potential health hazard on the ride ;-)

[Jackie]

Yep, I'd say #6 is universal to all males, whether or not they are into horses. Mine is American and non-horsey as they come. The only difference is he "fluffs" our comforter, not the duvet. :-)

[Transylvanianhorseman]

Callie/Laura/Jackie: it must be early exposure to such anglo-saxon foodstuffs as baked beans. My ex once very foolishly told me about the "covered wagon" (a favourite of her brother-in-law), then got really mad when I tried it on her. Well, probably I deserved as much. Out on the trail, I can at least blame a horse. When driving, the trick is to pick up a hitchhiker and blame them.

Jamie: Transylvania is well worth a visit. Most people don't even know that it's a real place, but it is. Have you looked at the photo albums on the blog?

Anne: I wouldn't have liked to be around during the Great Depression. However, Eastern Europe was a fascinating place during the 1930's, by all accounts, before Nazism and war followed by Communism killed so many and did so much damage.

I had a colleague, male of course, who cleared an entire subway car with one awful emission. I left London because the whole city stank, metaphorically. The area where I lived, someone painted "ban the bomb" in huge letters on a bridge, and someone else changed it to "don't ban the bomb, drop one here!"