Liar, liar: pants on fire...
I so enjoyed lying to you all last week! Did anyone guess which two out of the seven statements were true? Well, here's a reprise:
1. As a special treat my Grandma used to feed me raw egg yolks.
FALSE - it was raw bacon rind. Goodness knows how I didn't end up with tapeworm.
2. Out of the regular cast of Friends, the one I fancied was Ross.
FALSE - it was Chandler.
4. My Shamanic Power Animal is a fox.
FALSE - he's a reindeer.
5. I spent the advance from my first Black Lace book on surgical breast enlargement.
FALSE - reduction, actually.
7. I like kissing.
FALSE - as I explained over on Lust Bites, I do not Do Kissing.
Which means that the two TRUE statements were:
3. When I was a child I robbed a grave - and then spent years worrying that the dead person would track me down wanting his bit of skull back.This probably requires further explanation. Believe me, I am not proud. When I was little I lived in Hong Kong, and one weekend we were staying out on one of the islands. There was a dell of trees in which there stood a number of large ceramic jars which contained the bones left over from cremations. Aged nine, I'd decided I was going to be an archaeologist - and what did archaeologists do but dig up bones, eh? So I opened one of the jars and took out the top lump of bone, which was clearly a piece of skull, and went off with it. About half an hour later I decided maybe this wasn't such a great thing and I buried it on a beach.
Kids, eh? *ahem*
6. I spent yesterday night in the Underworld.
Okay, I was cheating slightly, but lots of you guessed that. The Underworld is a club in London specialising in metal and waily goth music. We watched the last ever UK gig by Theatre of Tragedy. It was pretty good, but I was distracted by trying to think up lies.
Which all means that the only person who guessed right was Madelynne Ellis - who wins a copy of the Susie Bright anthology Bitten! Yay Madelynne - and how the heck did you know about the grave-robbing, eh?
10 comments:
Well, you are just so cool.
Though the kissing thing is still just an abberation.
Congratulations to Madelynne. I'm a bit surprised about you grave-robbing. Tom has half-read your blog and asks how one gets a shamanic refrigerator?
Huzzah. I knew Fox was too obvious. Reindeer's are good too though, at least it wasn't something like a lemming.
Gratz Madelynne.
Yay! I won. That grave robbing thing just sounded exactly like the sort of thing you'd do as a child and then write about as an adult.
You've gotta wonder what Neil Gaiman got up to as a child...
Heheheh, ah, you can be old and still be cool. I wish I'd been there. What is it with the English and their noisy pubs? I suspect it's all about avoiding speaking to each other.
You ladies should come to Dublin.
Midweek, when it's quieter.
Yeah - I've been in a Dublin pub on a weekend and the one thing it was not was quiet! Bodhrans everywhere...
:-)
I KNEW there was something about that grave robbing!
Mea culpa, Kat!
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