Some time ago I made fun of the fools at the running of the bulls in Pamplona, bemoaning our cultural heritage and the apparently missing common sense gene, whereupon Danny produced the exciting Tomatina Festival that was celebrated today in Spain, which, I must say, looks about as bloody as the bull run, but infinitely more fun.
I mean, you don’t have to be Michael Phelps to to the breast stroke in tomato pulp…
- Link the person(s) who tagged you.
- Mention the rules on your blog.
- Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
- Tag 6 fellow bloggers by linking them.
- Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.
Okay, here are my unspectacular quirks:
- I cannot write with a messy desk. Thus, I either don’t write, or I clean my desk and am then emotionally drained and cannot write. Perhaps that explains why I’m behind on my writing all the time.
- My comfort food is fried eggs and rice with ketchup. Disgusting. And tasty.
- I buy beautiful journals and then don’t want to soil them by writing in them (I’m sensing a deep and revealing pattern here).
- I get really annoyed when people don’t use turn signals (although, to be honest, I rarely use them myself).
- I still have a thing for Donny Osmond.
- When I’m really tired, I wiggle my right foot to go to sleep.
Okay, your turn…
I thought I’d introduce you to Psychic Chicken.
Go ahead, see what kind of score you get. Play here.
