Nice, well-travelled and erudite Lucyfishwife has tagged me, which was initially exciting, and then raised some problems like:
a) I'm not sure I've yet got enough of the sort of blends I can pass it on to. (Blends = 'blog friends' - since people are throwing me with words like 'tag' and 'meme', I don't see why I shouldn't make up some they don't know.)
b) I can't think of six interesting things about myself. (This realisation is a bit of an ego-imploder)
c) It's fun, but one wouldn't want the blogosphere to drift into the prodding, poking, virtual drink and flower-gifting teen bollocksphere that Facebook has become (humbug)
The challenge was to post six random things about myself.
Jacky Charlton once greeted me on a train. (I thought he looked vaguely familiar, and nodded reservedly back).
My mother and aunt were best-selling authors. (It must be a recessive gene).
My children didn't know I smoked until I told them when the eldest was 13. They just thought I smelt funny.
I once managed a naval dockyard. (I got out before I sank it).
My first four vehicles had only ten wheels between them.
Brother Tobias, night-clubs, alcohol, pocketed hands and cobbles are not a good combination in Bruges.
In view of my diffidence about actually tagging anyone else, consider yourself invited if you would like to be...and I'll tag you retrospectively for merit.