Evil HR Lady tagged me to reveal eight random facts about myself. Normally, I don't participate in chain letters and so forth, but some of the posts on this have been great - and besides, she has a really scary name.
So, in no particular order:
- My first ever school report included the sentence, "Rowan is a very bright boy with a highly developed sense of humour and he works very hard - but only at those things that interest him." I was four-and-a-half. Nothing changes.
- I'm a cat person. I like their smug, superior natures ...
I was asked in a radio interview who I would like to portray me if anyone was ever stupid enough to make a movie about my life and I was utterly stumped. Now that I have had time to think about it - Robert Downey Jr. with a prosthetic gut and a megaphone? Oliver Platt at his most obnoxious? John Cusack if he let himself go?
- I have been tested and shown to have exceptional spatial relations but for some reason, I can't parallel park worth a damn.
- I got my nickname "The Insultant" from a client who couldn't believe that he was paying me so much to be so rude to him about his presentation skills.
- I firmly believe that boybands are hell's elevator muzak, designed by a focus group and written by a computer.
- I was a Rubik Cube wizard when I was a teenager and damaged the nerves at the top of my index finger - all I can feel with it is hot and cold.
- My three favourite books to read over and over are Cryptonomicon by Neal Stephenson, Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen, and The World According to Garp by John Irving.
3 comments:
You are so much more interesting than I am. So much more.
I've never been able to solve the Rubik Cube thing without having the solution book laying open next to me the whole time.
And I think Evil Marketing Man's school reports probably said the same thing. Darn near impossible to get him to do things he doesn't want to do and wild horses couldn't drag him away from something he wants to learn more about.
Dang! I wanted to be the first to comment but nothing happened when I clicked "Publish Your Comment".
Anyway, you are truly one of the worst parkers I've ever seen. I've sometimes had to get a taxi to the kerb when you park.
However, you are probably the finest unparker I have ever met. I remember that day at Dublin airport when we got boxed in by two other cars. It's not hyperbole to say that I don't think I could have got a sheet of paper between your car and the other two as you slid out between them. It was a privilege to witness.
Of course, your skill in un-parking makes me suspect that your lack of skill at parking is more to do with not giving a damn than anything else (see your first bullet point above).
Evil - Or another way of looking at it is that you had a healthy, balanced life; while I was ... playing with my cube.
E.M. - Yes, that's it. Parking is ... unimportant. Why should I waste my beautiful mind on such trivialities?
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