I’ve been tagged by Wake Up and Smell the Coffee, who obviously didn’t read all my blog, or she’d have known that I had recently been tagged, but that’s by-the-by. Have had practice at this now, so getting good. Voila:
1. Most favourite celebrity sighting: Eric Clapton sat next to us in some random noodle bar on the King’s Road. Pretty bloody good, if I do say so myself. Also saw the ex-Deputy Prime Minister in Central Park. Not so impressive.
2. Concert I am least likely to admit to going to: Enrique Iglesias, Royal Albert Hall 2002. ‘Nuff said.
3. Concert I am most likely to admit going to: Robbie Williams, Knebworth, August 2003. In the VIP section so within touching distance of Robbie at the height of his cool. Mind-blowing, and very cool. As I’m not a very cool person this should be doubly impressive.
4. Life-changing event: My dad left my mum the year I turned 21. He waited until she was with me to call and tell her (three weeks after she buried her mother, my nan.). He turned all our lives upside down, refused to talk to us on the phone and literally has cut all our childhood memories from his mind. We were suddenly rejected and broke. I subsequently had a breakdown trying to work four jobs to support myself through university, support my mum emotionally (she went back to school and worked nights at a call centre) and help support my youngest brother, who was 15 and still at school. Events had long-term ramifications for us all, and caused no end of anxiety for me in the run-up to our wedding. It has taken me 10 years to get to the point where I can accept that I have such a man for a dad.
5. Worst job: Shelling eggs at a sandwich factory. Really. You try spending all day in a freezing room wearing blue overalls and wellies watching part-shelled eggs pootle along a conveyor past several similarly-clad people with a collective IQ of 2, pulling off bits of shell that the machine missed. With that and the parental trauma, it’s amazing I’m still alive.
6. Best trip: our honeymoon. We went to Chile for three weeks….the last decent break DH had (he never goes on holiday for more than two weeks. ever.) He organised everything and I had the best time. We stayed in a slick Bond-esque hotel near a volcano, chilled at a natural spa, rode horses at an authentic Chilean farm, saw the harvest in a vineyard and did the tourist thing in the capital. We spent every minute marvelling over how wonderful the day was: the beautiful service, the delicious food, the awesome mariachi band, the great speeches. I’d do it all again tomorrow.
7. Worst attribute: am probably unreasonably bossy. My mum mentioned it in her mother-of-the-bride speech. Needless to say this quality translates as ‘very organised’ on my CV.
I won’t pass this on, not because I don’t have a burning urge to learn random facts about people- I’m practically salivating at the prospect, but because I want to cntinue to read about other people, and have them read about me. I think I used up all my brownie points with the last tagging fest. Sorry WUASTC.
What a story about your father. Well done on surviving such an event. We are not our parents you know.
The honeymoon sounds brilliant, well done hubby.
Only people who are NOT organized perceive those who are as bossy. This is a truth.
enjoyed your list.
Sorry, Kelly. Didn’t realise you’d just done this, but what a brilliant job you did. My dad also left my mom not long after she’d buried her mother. I was 15, my mother had a nervous breakdown and tried to kill herself. Life was very, very bad for a while. But then it got better. What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. Your life got better too by the sound of it. Your honeymoon sounds out of this world.
Thanks Lady Macleod (is that wife-of-Connor-Macleoad-of-the-clan-Macleod???) and WUASTC- I am proof that life may be crap, but it’s worth living…the honeymoon was pure joy!