Well, it seems, that in addition to being Time's Person of the Year, I am also "it." That's right, folks. I've been "tagged" by that infamous ne'er-do-well of a Tomcat backseat driver, "Pinch" Paisley. So, what does this mean, you ask? It means, dear reader, that you get to read 5 smoldering tidbits about my sordid past, as per tradition, or so I am told.
Where to begin?
1. I graduated from High School (which would be London Central High School, in High Wycombe, UK. As Pinch well knows...) by the skin of my teeth. In fact, I have a sneaking suspicion that my drama coach, "Uncle" Jack put in a good word for me to his wife, who was my algebra teacher; whose course I was on the verge of flunking for the second time.
2. When living in Spain, a friend of mine and I managed to jury rig a hand held missile launcher made from scrap lumber, model rocket parts and engines. It failed miserably, managing to launch prematurely, the "missile" zooming past my stomach, melting the polyester (this was the Seventies, kids...) shirt I was wearing and leaving a nasty burn across my belly that I managed to hide from my parents. It also started a small brush fire that my friend and I managed to stomp out, melting our Chuck Taylors somewhat. Spain is very dry.
3. I am a Deadhead. It's probably safe to say I majored in the Dead in college, which was a problem, as neither Washington State University nor George Mason University offer a degree program in the Grateful Dead. Anyway. I stopped counting the shows I attended after I reached 100.
4. I was a night shift security guard at a hospital for 5 years. By the end of those 5 years, I decided I should do something constructive and positive with my life. So I became a chef. Only a fellow chef is going to get that one...
5. One of the things I learned in my first year of cooking professionally was to save the red wax that surrounds a Gouda cheese. When I had enough, I would sculpt cute little mice to put on cheese displays. This became an obsession, culminating a few years later with a humongous display of a "mountain" of cheese being mined by lots of little red and brown (brown because I was also saving the wax from smoked Gouda at this point...) mouse "miners," complete with tracks and ore cars filled with cheese. I won a prize.
And there you go.
So now, I'm supposed to pass this on. I'll see if I can't get my blogfather over at Daily Pundit to play...