Everything changes but change.

Two buildings side by side. The corner of Macquarie and Harrington Streets, Hobart. January 2012.

Tuesday Q and A and I continue to steal questions from Sunday Stealing. This week I am stealing The Never Ending Meme, Part Two.

21. Did you go to your high school prom?
I went to my year 10 school ball. I wore a suit. Does that count?

22. Perfect time to wake up?
Around 5:30 am is good.

23. Perfect time to go to bed?
When it gets dark.

24. Do you use your queen right away in chess?
No, I stick to the prawns early on.

25. Ever been in a car accident?
Just the odd car through a fence. No broken windscreens of anything like that.

26. Closer to mum or dad… or neither?
I moved to the other end of the island.

27. What age is this exciting life over for you?
I’m not sure I understand the question. I think that I will say ‘29’.

28. What decade during the 20th century would you have chosen to be a teenager?
The 1990s was probably as good as any.

29. Favourite shoes you have EVER owned?
There has probably not been a standout pair, but I did have some brown Adidas sneakers that I liked very much.

30. Do you have an article of clothing you have had since you were in high school?
Cripes. No I do not. I do have the odd article hanging about from the three years after high school though.

31. Were you in track and field?
I participated in some track and field events in my time. Never really in I though. We don’t have that naff red blazers with big letters on them here in Australia through like you see in American television shows.

32. Were you ever in a school talent show?
I believe that I was once or twice. Primary School though.

33. Have you ever written in a library book?
Not to my recollection.

34. Allergic to?
I have a reaction to the action of Immunoglobulin E and other anaphylatoxins, which act to release histamine and other mediator substances from mast cells. The culprits include peanuts, pine nuts, hazelnuts, chestnuts, pistachios, almonds and Brazil nuts. Good times

35. Favourite fruit?
I have many favourite fruits. At the present moment, I think that I will chose raspberries.

Comments

Roddy said…

Isn't change in a constant flux?

17 January 2012 at 12:28

Mad as hell

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