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The corner of an old church (or was it a theatre)? Campbell Street, Hobart. September 2010.

In the interests of brevity, here are thirty questions with one word responses!

1. Where is your cell mobile phone? Desk

2. Describe your boyfriend/girlfriend wife? Magnificent!

3. Your hair? Brown

4. Your mother? Franny

5. Your father? BAH!

6. Your favourite item? Hmmmm

7. Your dream last night? Sex

8. Your favourite drink? Juice

9. Your dream car? Automaton

10. The room you are in? Bright

11. Your ex? Who?

12. Your fear? Forgotten

13. What do you want to be in 10 years? Calm

14. Who did you hang out with last night? Missus

15. What you're not? Starry-eyed

16. The last thing you did? Type

17. What are you wearing? Corduroy

18. Your favourite book? Countless

19. The last thing you ate? Apple

20. Your life? Duty

21. Your mood? Intemperate

22. Your friends? Select

23. What are you thinking about right now? Thighs

24. Your car? None

25. What are you doing at the moment? Thinking

26. Your summer? Beaches

27. What is on your TV? Lola

28. When is the last time you laughed? Today

29. Last time you cried? Before

30. School? Gone

If you're into it, blog your own!

Comments

Roddy said…
Are hyphenated words singular or plural?
Unknown said…
That building looks more like the seamen's mission. Is it down near all those new places in Wapping? Maybe not the seamen's mission, but some kind of mission.
Carola said…
Interesting photo! Thanks for your comment on my blog. I answered this questions there.
Hi! Kris,
What an interesting photograph and quote...nice!

Kris said, In the interests of brevity, here are thirty questions with one word responses!

Two words?!?
LOL! and Wow!
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, certain words and phrases tend to evolve from separation to linkage, once fused, I count them as singular.

Linda, it is on the corner of Campbell and Cresswells Row. It is listed as "7 Campbell Street", and I guess it is Wapping.

Carola, well done!

DeeDee, never!
Roddy said…
Thank you my son. I too.

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