Memememememe.

Thanks to the lovely Arabella, I don't have to think of anything to post about today. I don't normally do memes*, but, you know, what with it being Wednesday and all.

1) If my shoes don't match my handbag....I am confused. Why do I have a handbag? I don't do handbags, unless I am somewhere posh that demands I hide my fags and tampons and I do not have any pockets. I am more of a giant cavernous satchel girl myself. Or a rucksack when exploring derelict mental asylums, to hold orange squash, ham sandwiches and mace**.

2) The first record I bought was.....Wherever I Lay My Hat by Paul Young. Technically I didn't actually buy it. I had new Clarks school shoes and received a voucher entitling me to a free single. I chose Paul Young and so began a three-year obsession. It could have been worse - I think one of the other choices was a Simply Red record***. Doesn't bear thinking about, does it?

3) One of the things I like to eat is....cheese and marmite sandwiches. They rock. Fact.

4) A few years ago I considered.....taking my mother up on her offer of a paid ticket to Hong Kong to live with the gorgeous Fifi Sis. I didn't take her up on it of course. I would have missed going to the pub with my friends and claiming the dole and living hand to mouth and shopping in the out-of-date section at Sainsburys. Durrr.

5) I miss.....riding a motorbike. I really am going to get another one one of these days. If only I had some money, and a basic understanding of when a bike is a good one and when it might turn out to be a rusty, unreliable money pit. Boo.

So, there you go. Fascinating, wasn't it. If you want to take this and use it instead of thinking of anything to write, like I have, please feel free****. And I didn't mention baked beans once. Result!

* Yeah, yeah. We all say that, don't we? And everyone does them anyway. I'm just trying to be all cool and nonchalant and stuff. Is it working?

** This is not true. I generally carry fags, a torch, site maps and a great deal of fear, of the head-swivelling what-the-fuck-was-THAT? variety. No mace. And I prefer blackcurrant squash. So refreshing.

*** My inner pedant demands that I footnote that this couldn't possibly have been the case since Simply Red didn't have a record out in the summer of 1983. In the true spirit of pedantry, I looked up a chart listing to confirm this, and googled a Simply Red discography to back myself up. I really hate myself at times.

**** See? There I go again!