Six things about me, of which you neither knew nor cared
August 24, 2009 10 Comments
This is in response to Spleeness’ excellent post asking people to disclose six quirks about themselves. I’m all for sharing, especially when I’ve got nothing to write about, although I’m not sure how I’ll narrow it down to six.
1. My little toes curl right under my feet and I have to walk on them. I blame winkle-picker shoes in the Sixties. It couldn’t simply be that I’m hideously disfigured. It does make me just that bit taller, though.
2. I’m responsible for the Second World War.
3. I don’t like men. Nothing personal, I just don’t. (Oh, and a big “hi” to Norm, Tony, Bill and all my other friends.)
4. I hate people who can’t see the difference between a statistical generalization and a sweeping one. Saying that women are shorter than men is not the same thing as saying that YOU must be shorter than HIM. Nor does the latter invalidate the former. I’m just saying this because everyone is stupid like that. Nobody gets this right. Not ever.
5. When my motor cortex is distracted, my hands tend to pull out body hairs – from my nose, my arm, my eyebrows, anywhere. Don’t let me sit on your new suede sofa.
6. I adore artificial crab meat. I know it’s made from pulverized trainers but I like it. It almost tastes a bit like crab, sometimes.
6a. I hate lists that end before I’m ready.