(Good title, huh?)
Aliya has tagged me. She wants to know what my secret vices are.
Let’s see. Well, I don’t think I’ve anything secret. Don’t think there’s anything people don’t know about.
And then there’s Big Barn Farm. I first came across it when my beloved and I were in Cornwall earlier in the year. And I have to admit that whenever I happen upon it I do want to see how it ends. And in all fairness, it is good children’s TV.
(I’ll not tag anyone else, cos I tagged some folks not long ago and wouldn’t want to become a nuisance. BUT if anyone wants to do it – get it done!)
I went to a pub to see friends last night. It was good fun. But one event still has me puzzled. I passed some people, who’d been sitting at the table next to us, in the corridor as they were leaving. There was the polite, and rather northern, see ya from a couple of them, which I returned. And then, one of them, a lady (quite possibly a wee bit tipsy) grabbed my arm and, giggling, proceeded to call me George Michael. Over and over again. She thought it was hilarious. I thought (and still do) it was bizarre, for the simple reason that I look nothing like him at all. Very, very strange.