The fairy floss game

Inspiration: The Interview Game

Created: Thu 14 Aug 2003 16:59

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Claire kindly supplied my interview questions:

1. You win a kilo of anything you want. What do you choose?
   I'd have to go with fairy floss, because it's so light that if I had a kilo of it, I'd feel like I was getting more value for money than if I got a kilo of, say, extension leads (ever noticed how heavy extension leads are?). But there would have to be a few conditions. For example, it would have to be available fresh from one of those carnival fairy floss making, swirl-around-the-stick machines at any time, because I'm not settling for 20-day old fairy floss that's been squeezed into a plastic bag to be sold at video stores across the country. Also, it'd have to come in colours other than just pink, because I'd get sick of the pink in about 5 minutes (it'd take a whole other 5 minutes for me to get sick of the floss entirely).
   
   
2. What will you do for your next birthday party?
   Ooooh, what a cheeky question! The events are usually kept secret until the invitations are sent, but I suppose that in truth, the main reason for this is that I can't ever seem to think of any interesting things to do until five minutes before I send the invitations out. As it happens, this year I've got a couple of ideas up my sleeve. As usual, most of them revolve around animals, but the current front-runner is to have a trivia night. There might even be fairy floss!
   
   
3. Do you have a favourite ever moment?
   Most of my memories revolve around photographs or stories that people tell me about myself, so they're not so much memories as new things that I'm learning about my past. This is because of my infamously bad memory. One such story which sticks with me, and must therefore be a favourite, is based around a photograph of me when I was a toddler. I'm laying on a lawn, and am covered in grass. My parents tell me that they thought it would be fun to pull up little bits of grass and dump them on top of me. They did this (and took photos) for a little while, and then I got really mad with them (in my own, childlike way). At least, that's how I remember it.
   Apart from that, the best actual memory of a single moment in time that I have is a snippet of conversation between myself and my uncle, who has since died. I can't remember anything leading up to it, but we were at my grandparent's house (it might have been when he was sick but I'm not sure), and he was earnestly telling me that I should never stick anything smaller than an elephant into my ear. Whenever I think of Phil, I think of this moment. It's funny the things that stick with you after people are gone - but this is as good a way as any to remember him, I guess.
   
   
4. What 6 items are in your handbag?
   My bricanyl turbuhaler, an old ticket to the celebrity theatresports in an envelope with a window, two different types of lip balm (my favourite being the blistex, because it's one of the few lip balms that doesn't end up making my lips even more dry than they were in the first place), a card telling me when my next appointment is at my brand new and gentle dentist, my custom-made 25 dB attenuation ear plugs, and some hair elastics of the kind that don't rip your hair out when you take them out (because I have long hair again!).
   
   
5. Multi-tasking, can you? Do you? How?
   I do, but I try not to, because I find that when I am doing it, one of the tasks gets most of the attention, and the rest of the tasks suffer. Say, for example, that I'm talking on the phone, and I decide to make some fairy floss with my rented machine at the same time. Well, I'm bound to get so involved in the making of the floss that I forget that I'm meant to be listening to the person on the other end of the phone, and then when I do remember about them, I keep having to say "pardon?", and "what was that?" every five seconds. So, I guess the answer to the "can you" bit is no, not really. The "do you" bit is sometimes, and the "how" bit is badly.
   
   

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