I seem to wear my life on the sleeve of my heart in my blog, so I may struggle here.
1/ I was grabbed around the throat by a customer at work one day. I should have made a fuss, but instead flew off to New Zealand the next day on holidays. It was a long time ago, but it did have a profound impact upon me. I absolutely abhor any kind of physical violence.
2/ I am fat. I have the typical male guts of my age, fed by too much fruit in the form of grape juice. So just my guts really. Nothing else fat except.....well, too personal.
3/ I love and hate my city and my country in probably equal portions.
4/ I love Euro style trance/tech/dance music. Sitting with head phones on and listening and I am in another world. But I seldom do it, but when I do..... Bit sad for someone my age.
5/ I am extremely fussy about my fingernails and eyebrows. Both will always present as perfect.....almost. Could do better. Fingernails I manage in work time, eyebrows in my own time. I would call it making the best of a bad job.
6/ I have had a broken arm, leg, wrist and nose, all before I was 8. The nose was when I was only 2; a neighbour dropped me face down on a concrete step.
7/ I used to have a bad habit, broken now, of playing with my back in public; scratching at it, picking at it, rubbing my shoulder blades. Once R told me to stop adjusting my bra strap in public a couple of times, I did stop.
Gay guys always go to the extreme, so I must add an extra one.
8/ I have an irrational fear of being hit by a car when sitting or waiting at a tram or bus stop. I know the odds are in my favour, but a wet road, idiot driver, skidding along the road, slamming in the tram shelter I am sitting in.......