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Sunday, November 25, 2007

7 Things About Me

Jenn tagged me earlier for the 7 Things About Me meme. Before I post my facts, here are the rules:

*Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.
*Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself.
*Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
*Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Okay, here we go.

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1. I have long conversations with my cats, where they talk back. I dread to think what the neighbours think if they can hear this, as some of these chats go on for a while. I don't think it's weird at all!

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2. I believe in UFOs and aliens, but before you dub me a New Age saucer freak, let me clarify. A UFO is just that - an unidentified flying object. It doesn't mean a UFO is a spacecraft with aliens aboard. I believe that people are seeing weird things, and not just misinterpreting known objects, hallucinating or making up stories. But I have no idea where these things emanate from or what they are.

I also believe there's intelligent life elsewhere in the Universe. However, I'm not especially convinced they're coming here, although it would explain where people like George Bush, Britney Spears and David Gest come from.

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3. I once met a ferret on the way home from the pub. Seriously. I'd been to a private party at a local bar, which some bikers held in aid of a kids' charity. I called a cab to take me home, and a sleazeball who lived near me, who gave me the creeps, and later turned out to be a convicted child molester, asked to share my cab. I got out early, as he was obviously trying to chat me up, so pretended I was on my way to visit a gentleman friend. After the cab drove off, with the pervy creep inside, I took an alternative route to my house.

As I walked along, I saw a small, light-coloured creature walking along ahead of me. Although I wasn't drunk, I was a little tipsy. 'Oy! Psst! Creature!' I called after it. It stopped, turned around and immediately ran up to me. The creature looked vaguely familiar. 'Hello', I said, 'what are you?' Then, as I was stroking the cute furry thing, I remembered the vicious, biting, smelly critters my dad used to keep in a cage in the garden, and take with him on his hunting expeditions. 'Aaaaaaarrrrgggghh!' I shrieked. 'You're a f$%£ing ferret!", at which point, I ran for home as if the devil was after me.

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4. I triggered off a major police manhunt at the age of five. My sister was late coming to collect me from school, due to a domestic emergency. Instead of waiting with the school crossing patrol lady until my sister got there, I decided to walk the mile or so home, along a country road. There had been rumours circulating the neighbourhood, of someone in a white Ford Cortina, trying to entice little girls into their car. As I walked along, a white car pulled up alongside me, which I recognised as a Cortina. The woman passenger inside told me to get in, and she and the male driver would take me home. At that, I gave an almighty shriek, and sped off a half mile or so uphill, to my house.

I told several neighbours about the monsters in the Cortina, when I reached my street, and by the time I'd recounted the tale to my mother, several calls had been placed to the police. I was interviewed, and a massive hunt was launched for these evil people. About three weeks later, my dad met his cousin Dilys, who said to him, 'well, I don't know what was wrong with your Siani the other day. We offered her a lift home and she ran off screaming'. I hadn't seen them since I was about two. They recognized me, but I had no idea who they were!

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5. When I was about seven, I found a runaway goat, wearing a collar, with a long piece of rope attached. So I grabbed the rope and led the big, stinking billy goat home. When I arrived at the house, I was most surprised and disappointed when I asked my mum if I could keep him - and she said no.

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6. On the subject of runaway animals, they were an everyday hazard, growing up in the countryside of West Wales. One day, when I was about nine, as I was strolling towards the local kids' playground, I heard loud grunts and footfalls behind me. I looked around, and there was a gigantic black and pink pig trotting along. It scared me, so I took off running to my grandmother's house, which was about 50 metres away.

When I ran, the pig ran after me, across the road, and down the steps into my grandmother's property. I think the steps must have slowed the porker down enough for me to confuse it, by racing through the back door of my granny's house. Just as I closed the door, I saw the pig thundering on down the garden path, where it charged through a hedge and into a field.

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7. I was a gang leader at the age of six. My hairy-faced, unwashed, scary gang members would come looking for me every day. The principal members were Nicky, Sheba, Tammy, Timmy and Tufty. Yes - the neighbourhood dogs all loved me! If they couldn't find me, they'd either bark outside the house, or in the case of Nicky the Doberman, he'd actually manage somehow to knock the front door using the door knocker. Ever get the feeling I was a weird kid? Just call me Dr. Doolittle!

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Right, there are my weird, random facts. Now, who shall I randomly victimize tag? (I chose these names from people who commented on my PhotoHunt this week - I hope none of you mind)

1. Jams O Donnell

2. Natalie

3. Liza

4. Carver

5. Mar

6. Secret Agent Mama

7. The Teach

12 comments:

the teach said...

Thanks Siani, I don't mind the tag...I'm up for it. Now let's see...

Carver said...

Your random facts are so interesting, you had me on the edge of my seat. I'm glad you survived your childhood. I also walked home once as a small child instead of waiting for the carpool ride. They had the police looking for me. I don't mind being tagged at all. Not sure when I'll do it but at some point I will. Take care, Carver

the teach said...

Okay Siani, I did mine. Now all I have to do is leave the comments.

Secret Agent Mama said...

I'm saving this for a rainy day, but I will do it!! I've done it before (twice) and love to think of new ways to present the meme. Stay tuned!

Secret Agent Mama said...

Oh and, btw: I'm blogrolling you!!

Liza said...

Thanks for the tag. Would love to do this interesting meme. I will let you know once I've posted mine. Have a great week ahead :)

Siani said...

Thanks, everyone :).

Natalie said...

Thanks for the tag! I've completed the meme and it's posted. :) Have a great weekend!

Mar said...

I don't have a cat so I talk to myself when I am alone, and very often I say things out loud!!

Your childhood seemed to have been full of events!! I am flattered about the tag, I will have to think hard about this one, I will let you know when I am posted :)

Dragonstar said...

Poor Siani! Fancy not being allowed to keep a smelly billy-goat ('puck' round here)
Used to keep goats . . .

Siani said...

I know! How could my mother be so mean! I really wanted that goat. I couldn't understand why she wasn't impressed with my argument that it would provide milk and cheese. Could it have anything to do with the fact it was a boy goat, LOL?

Mar said...

My post is up, Siani. Not so interesting as yours :) but it is posted !

 
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