Sunday, October 31, 2010
A life in Brief:
My parents were
Esoteric fabulously rich working class from the extreme North East of the UK via the Soviet Union with a Swedish bloodline.
The house I grew up in
Small with woodchip on the wall, you know the rest.
When I was a child I wanted to be
If I could change one thing about myself
I would have preferred to have larger feet as they would have given me a stable platform and kept me rooted and grounded during lifetime times of trials and exasperation.
You wouldn’t know it but I’m very good at
You wouldn’t know but I’m no good at
Planning and organising elaborate Prussian style award ceremony banquets and sober deer shooting weekends. Then doing the washing up.
At night I dream of
The blackness at the end of time or fluffy clouds, ponies and golden harps.
What I see when I look in the mirror
Most times I see a mirror.
I wish I’d never worn
Out my knee cartilage
My favourite item of clothing
My Christmas Hari Krishna begging robes
A custom Tuk-tuk around the windswept streets of Glasgow handing out warm soup to the homeless.
My house is
Not my home.
A book that changed me
“Grease and all that greasy stuff didn‘t help my complexion much “ by Olivia Newton-John.
My greatest regret
Born too late to participate fully in the Renaissance and the French Revolution.
The last time I cried
I stubbed my toe on the bed leg at 3AM in the dark.
My five-year plan
To be President of either the USA or the UAR.
What’s the point?
All religion is a noble but pointless and absurd pursuit pursued by the unenlightened, encouraged by the idiotic.
My life in five words
”Once there was a way…”