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[venta]

About a million years ago Cathy tagged me; apparently this means I have to list six weird facts about myself.

Expectations are going down. A few years ago I was required to write one hundred facts about myself. I could just extract six of them, but it feels like cheating. I was also interested to note that at least 10 of them are now out of date. I wonder if I can think of six things which have come to light since then...

1. I firmly believe that if you are ill, miserable, tired, cold or otherwise down everything can be made better by miso soup.
2. I'm a taxi-dancer for a modern jive class.
3. I drive over 20,000 miles a year.
4. I have never seen a giraffe. A chance remark made to some colleagues recently revealed that I had no idea how big an adult giraffe was (I have since looked it up - it turns out they're quite tall). And yes, I have seen them on wildlife programmes - but what do they include for scale ? Other giraffes.
5. I own and am trying to learn to play an English concertina.
6. For may years I have used the wrong French phrase to ask the time. This was uncovered in slightly embarassing circumstances in a Parisian café just before Christmas.

I'm not quite sure these constitute weird facts. But I suspect anything sufficiently weird would have been a lie.

I saw this game go the rounds on LJ a few weeks back, so I figure anyone I can tag who wanted to do it has probably already done it. However, please consider yourself tagged if I'm wrong ;)

Comments

[igniscience.livejournal.com]

everything can be made better by miso soup.

this is very true !

For may years I have used the wrong French phrase to ask the time. This was uncovered in slightly embarassing circumstances in a Parisian café just before Christmas.

that sounds like a story - do tell ?

[(Anonymous)]

that sounds like a story

Well...

In a café, waiting for my sandwich. And waiting. And waiting. Lacking the French for the situation, I figured I could say "I'm waiting for a sandwich. What time will it be?" I can say "what time is it", and I can put the relevant verb in the future tense. It won't be correct, but it will achieve communication.

Accordingly... "Nous attendons un sandwich, quelle temps ferat-il?"

As soon as I'd completed the first half of that sentence, the waiter launched into an explanation, thus I believe he missed the second half.

Which was fortunate. Once he'd gone, ChrisC pointed out that I'd asked what the weather would be like. He also pointed out some very simple ways of saying "when will my sandwich arrive", which I should in theory have known but had not managed to think of.

[venta.livejournal.com]

Er, and now with loginability.

[onebyone.livejournal.com]

Outstanding - the ability to remember the future stem of "faire" but not to ask the time of day. That's book-learning for you.

[mr-flay.livejournal.com]

What phrase did you use? What had you been asking all these years? Did it turn out to be hideously rude?

[venta.livejournal.com]

No. See above.

[marjory.livejournal.com]

French
Did you ask, "Quel temps et-il?" or am I the only person daft enough to do that despite knowing better (having had it kicked into me at the age of 10. I still have a tendency to say beaucoup des when made to speak frog).

Soup
Miso soup is good, but I firmly believe innthe restorative properties of hot Ribena.

Giraffe
You should go and see one. It took me some time to be convinced about the size of tigers.

Concertina
Do you require some kind of coming-out party for this?

One thing that I noticed with this meme was that everybody else's answers were so much more impressive than mine.

[venta.livejournal.com]

Quel temps et-il

Bang on. Except I reckon it's faire, not etre.

Do you require some kind of coming-out party for this?

No. Do you think I should ?

[marjory.livejournal.com]

Fait-il? Oh poo! Damn this German malarkey... I obviously wasn't kicked hard enough or else I've been kicked in the wrong direction. I may go off somewhere to quietly sob in chagrin.

As for the party, is it not as good an excuse as any? You could pal up with an accordionist I know and, if you would like an international flavour to proceedings, I came across some guys playing three varieties of Alphorn.

I'm just jealous really...

[ar-gemlad.livejournal.com]

But chicken soup is proven to be good for you!
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/976348.stm

[(Anonymous)]

Hi Liz!

Liked your 'things'. I didn't know you were a taxi-dancer for modern jive class - I've just started ceroc classes, and they have taxi dancers there too. Nevertheless, I followed the link and was reassured to know that you are not a prostitute, and that no sexual favours can be asked of you in this role. Just concerned for your emotional and spiritual welfare!

And do you want to know the French for 'my grandmother's ear trumpet has just been struck by lightning?'

See you soon!

Cathy xxx

[venta.livejournal.com]

And do you want to know the French for 'my grandmother's ear trumpet has just been struck by lightning?'

I better had - I never know when I might want to use it!

And yup, what I do is very like ceroc.