Max strikes again…

Max has tagged me. Again.

I don’t mind, because it gives me something to write about and who doesn’t love harping on about themselves, ad nauseum?

The topic du jour (as always) is 8 Random Things, apparently not necessarily about me. However, due to sheer force of habit (I’ve done this tag at least 10 times now), it is all about me.

RANDOM THING NUMBER ONE

I started earning my own money when I was 9 years old, singing and dancing professionally on stage. When I was tall enough, I graduated from dancing girl, to this:

I’m the brown furry one in the stripey scarf.

Yes, I was a wombat. My name was Wal Wombat. Wal was my alter ego from the ages of 10 – 15. We used to do full stage productions at festivals, concert halls and shopping centres as well as some television. He was fun and he paid fairly well, too.

RANDOM THING NUMBER TWO

I have had to install a childproof lock on my fridge because one of my cats [points at the one on the floor named Spiffy] has worked out how to open it, seal and all and eat everything inside. Cunning little bastard.

RANDOM THING NUMBER THREE

Because it seems to be de riguer to include some random titillating (ahem) fact, I will confess that my bra cup size is DD. Sometimes I think it’s no wonder I have a sore back. I love my breasts, but I could easily live with less…

In lieu of posting a photo of myself topless, because…. well, I’m just not going to, here is a picture of some some other woman with boobs. Use your imagination.
RANDOM THING NUMBER FOUR

I’m descended from royalty. Brian Boru, King of Munster, no less.

RANDOM THING NUMBER FIVE

I despise the taste of coffee and coffee flavoured products more than anything else on earth. UGH. I feel quite ill just at the thought of eating something like coffee cake, or inadvertantly taking a sip of iced coffee.

As disgusting as the taste of coffee is to me (do NOT kiss me with coffee breath!) , these things do smell rather good:

RANDOM THING NUMBER SIX

My grandmother was murdered in her own home in 1986. It was re-enacted on Australia’s Most Wanted. The murder was never solved. The case has been reopened recently, due to advances in DNA technology, but there are no new leads. Probably due to the fact that the culprit(s) set fire to her house.

RANDOM THING NUMBER SEVEN

When I had just turned 17, I was kicked out of home and had nowhere to go, so I lived in a cave for about a week. I’m not talking about some kind of pretend cave. It was a real cave on the side of a cliff face. I had a lot of fun that week. I stayed there with a couple of friends and we had a gas cooker, a double mattress on milk crates and whatnot. We even had a party, which was probably not the brightest idea being on the edge of a sheer drop, but nobody was hurt, so who gives a flying fox, eh?

Not the actual cave I lived in, but a very good likeness. My cave had far less grafitti.

RANDOM THING NUMBER EIGHT

I sing Tenor in a large choir. We do mostly big productions like ‘Handel’s Messiah’ and ‘Carmina Burana’. I adore it. Standing in the middle of 130 harmonising voices can be almost akin to having an orgasm. My voice is actually Contralto (the lowest range for a female), but composers don’t/didn’t often write for Contraltos… So, I have to sing with the men. I no complain.

There you have it. Random stuff.

I hereby torture tag the following: Jules, Art, Tommy (evil laugh), modobs, Ranna, Summer, Carrie and Stripper

Go forth and randomise.

Song Of The Day – XTC – Senses Working Overtime