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Memetastic Award!

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Hurrah! It’s Award time again! Thank-you-very-much to Bernie at One Mixed Bag and Irene on The Soapbox for this fabulous award. Well, I say fabulous, but I don’t actually know what Memetastic means. It might mean crap. But who cares? The picture’s pretty!

I now have two awards – two! Am so excited 🙂  I just have to work out how to get them on my sidebar…

Next I have to write five facts about myself. Four of these ‘facts’ have to be fictitious deceptions, enhanced realities. They are things that are sort of true, but not totally true. But somewhere amongst the ‘lies’ will be one solid truth, without any fabrications or exaggerations.

Please feel free to comment and let me know which fact is 100% true and doesn’t contain any sort of lie…. I will post the answer at a later date. (Bernie, I plagiarised this bit from your blog. I wouldn’t bother suing; I’m broke 😉 )

1 I once paid £200 for two front-row seats to a David Essex concert. Yeah, I know; I’m embarrassed now, but at the time, I was smitten. I’d forced my new boyfriend (now The Ex) to go with me. We were on one end of the row, the girl he’d dumped to out with me, was on the other. Oops! Halfway through the show, David Essex threw me a red rose and I nearly wet myself!

Rock On (David Essex album)

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2 As payback, The Ex took me to an Aerosmith gig at London’s Wembley Arena. The whole place was stacked with 6ft tall, long-haired, bike-riding rockers. (Not that kind of bike-riding, Grey Goose!) I’m not called Tiny for nothing; I saw nothing except for denim jackets and greasy hair throughout the whole show. I tried standing on the seat, but the speakers were causing so much vibration, I kept being bounced off! I was deaf for four whole days afterwards…

Aerosmith - Steven_Tyler

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3. I was  fifteen and on a week-long geography field trip in the Peak District. One day we were supposed to be observing the routines of Bakewell Town Market, interviewing farmers, shopkeepers etc about local farming methods and supply and demand. My friend and I just couldn’t be arsed; we bunked off and spent the day at the fair instead. Two weeks’ later I won the first prize for ‘mature, concientious and accurate reporting’ in my project!

Fair Ride

Image by debcll via Flickr

4. I once played the rear end of a pantomine cow in Jack and the Beanstalk. My best friend was in the front and neither of us could see actually see anything out of that damned costume, so  Jack used to lead us around while we did these funny co-ordinated dance steps! At the end of one show, he forgot to lead us out for the bowing and rapturous applause bit, so we overshot things a bit and got ourselves tangled up in the stage curtain as it was closing. We ended up yanking the bloody thing off the hooks as we plummetted off the stage into the audience! Not too embarrassing, then…

moo

Image by Martin Deutsch via Flickr

5. What is it  with me and furry creature costumes? When I was teaching primary school, I spent Summer Fayre Day dressed up as a chicken, promoting the raffle. It was the hottest day of the year, of course, and I was completely covered up in fur and fake feathers. By mid- afternoon I wasn’t feeling too good, and ended up collapsing and being rushed to hospital for heat exhaustion and dehydration 😦

Chicken costume, New Orleans Mardi Gras

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So now it’s over to you, peeps! Four of those stories contain embellishment, only one is the absolute truth. Go on, hazard a guess, I dare you! And if you know for sure, that’s cheating, so keep quiet – that’s you, dear Ex, Mr Tiny Penis. Worthy  😉

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About Tiny Temper

I'm a middle-aged freelance writer living in Cornwall. And no, it's not all sun, sand and steaming pasties. I've been married, done the divorce and accidentally shrunk the tee-shirt.

11 responses »

  1. Surely it has to be number 3… Although the mature bit is hard to believe!

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  2. Love the slippers and socks. You sexy thing you!!

    I’m going with 4.

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  3. Hmm… I’m going to have to guess that #5 is the complete truth, although I love #3! Seems like you always do best when you aren’t even trying.

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  4. Mr Tiny Penis Worthy (Ex and Father of Nigel and Youngest)

    Untruths, deception, mis-direction, porkies and downright lies,……….. sounds like our divorce evidence. I was actually present at three of the five partial truths so that leaves two mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, one of the fabrications was regurgitated to me several times in detail so it can’t be that one so it must be numberrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, six. Ha ha fooled ya. Do I get to play again, please say yes, please, please, please.

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    • Oh, Ex, it was such a long time ago. It’s okay. I forgive you for the untruths, deception, mis-direction, porkies and downright lies 😉

      Oh go on then, have another guess! 🙂

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  5. Pingback: The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth… « Prince Charming, my arse!

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