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Young love. It's complicated... Derwent Avenue, Lindisfarne. March 2012.

Tuesday already? That means another Q and A stolen from Sunday Stealing! Today it is the The Last March Meme

1) Which TV character do you think you are most like?
A heady mix of MacGyver, Al Swearengen and George Costanza.

2) What time do you go to bed?
Early. These days I’m asleep from 9:30 pm to 10 pm each night.

3) What was the last meal you made from scratch?
Dinner last night. A simple one though, sausages and a green salad with a Mexican tinge to it. I regularly cook, and prefer to do it from scratch.

4) What is your favourite type of music?
This old chestnut again! I like all sorts of music, and my tastes are often dependent on my mood. I usually answer this one with “good music”.

5) In what position do you sleep?
I usually sleep on my [right] side, facing the wall.

6) What is your first memory?
I remember Kevin Bartlett’s last goal in the 1980 Grand Final, so with something to hang the memory off, I’d guess that it would be that one.

7) What is your least favourite smell?
Decomposing flesh is a smell not easily forgotten.

8) It's your round at the pub and your friends asked you to surprise them. What drink would you buy and why?
I would have already surprised them by being in a pub in the first place! I’d probably buy them all a round of orange juice and remind them to drink responsibly.

9) What was the last thing you read/ watched that made you cry?
Good one. I’d have to think about that. The dénouement of Graham Greene’s The Heart of the Matter moved me quite a bit. I may have had a bit of grit in my eye…

Actually, hold that… there were a couple of sections in Saša Stanišić’s How the Soldier Repairs the Gramophone that had me welling up!

10) They say that you learn something new every day. What was the last thing you have learned?
I have learned a little bit about the ebbs and flows of the concept of collective responsibility in Germanic law throughout the Middle Ages this morning.

11) Which Literary love interests would you snog, marry and avoid.
If by ‘snog’ you mean ‘shag’, maybe the young [first] Mrs. Rochester in Jean Rhys’s Wide Sargasso Sea. Marry? Hmmm. I suspect that the novels I read are far too filled with flawed characters to ever want to marry them How about Maria Wyeth from Play It as It Lays? Maybe I could save her. Avoid? Easy. Myra Breckinridge!

12) What is your oldest memory?
Didn’t we do this in question six…?

13) Paperback, Hardback or Kindle? Which of these is your favourite reading format and why?
Paperback. Easier to slip into the pocket or side bag. I couldn’t imagine ever reading a book on the Kindle.

14) If you could bring back any cancelled TV series for another run what would you pick and why?
I would have loved to have seen Deadwood resolved in some way.

15) Paperback, Hardback or Kindle?
C’mon people, it was question THIRTEEN for crying out loud!

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17 April 2012 at 15:34
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