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Hunting for flowers. Mount Wellington. January 2013.

Sunday Stealing? That's right! The Triple Threat Meme, to be precise...

Three names you go by, other than your given name:

“McCracken”, “Dad/ Daddy” and “You”.

Three screen names you've had:

I use my real name when online. It’s a personal ethics thing.

Three things you like about yourself:

Hmmm. I think that I am reasonably frank with people. I like to think about things. I also think that I have pretty good manners.

Three things you don't like about yourself:

Hmmmmmmmmm. I’m a bit judgemental. Probably too disciplined for some. I can get a bit narky on occasssion.

Three parts of your heritage:

Scots. Italian. Tasmanian.

Three things you are wearing right now:

Shorts. Underwear. Shirt. That’s all I’m wearing!

Three favourite bands/ musical artists:

Too hard to isolate three. Making the short list off the top of my head: Wilco, Morrisey and David Bowie.

Three favourite songs:

Right now? The Spencer Davis Group’s Gimme Some Lovin', Belle and Sebastian’s The Boy With the Arab Strap and Marah’s Phantom Eyes.

Three things you want in a relationship:

Stability. Honesty. Affection.

Three things about the preferred sex that appeal to you:

Curves. Smell. Interest.

Three of your favourite hobbies:

Photography. Reading. Getting out and about to look at things.

Three things that scare you:

Responsibility. Irrelevance. Stupidity.

Three of your everyday essentials:

Camera. Energy. Open mind.

Three places you want to go on vacation:

Scandinavia/ Russia. Central Europe. Polynesia.

Three careers you have considered/ are considering:

Gigolo. Layabout. Dreamer.

Three things you want to do before you die:

Sail somewhere. Go on a long train ride. Read more books.

Three things you want to do really badly right now:

Go for a swim/ snorkel. Eat some decent grub. Have a cuddle.

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