13 posts tagged “qotd”
What are your neighbors like? (The ones you live near or next to, not the ones in your Vox neighborhood!)
Well in the next flat plus one, there are a lovely American couple. Their names I cannot remember, but it is something like Kathy and Bill. "Hi! We're Kathy and Bill!" Yeah, that sounds about right.
Then there is the friendly Asian gentleman who once talked to me in the lift about expensive chocolates. Actually, it was a bit more of a creepy flirt. I remarked how the chocolates he had brought home were the best (Leonidas) and he was all "You like nice things, do you?"
Er, anyway, most of the people who live in this house/block/whatever are women, especially old single women. It is probably part of the doorman's job description to entertain the old ladies in flirtation and conversation while they pass through to buy milk, bread and cat food at Central London's Largest Waitrose.
I think a few acedemics live in the building too, as quite a few of the older men who live here seem quite eccentric, and they're all generally nice.
In the evening, if you walk through the hallways to leave/come back in, you can smell all the cooking of everyone's tea. Everyone either cooks curry, something garlicky, or burnt toast.
Not really neighbours, but back onto the subject of The Young Persons' Hotel Across The Road; those who have been round my flat - and watched any undressing men - will know that the hostel rooms have mirrors in the windows, so, the residents do their make-up/shaving, etc, while facing out the window onto the street.
In the months I have been here, I have only seen men toplessly use the poorly thought-out window mirror, until recently, where there was a woman - or a very feminine man with long hair and manboob problem that really needs addressing - using the mirror, yes, topless.
I mean, for goodness sake, WE ARE ON A BUSY ROAD WHERE PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS WALKING UP AND DOWN. We are in between Russell Sq. and Euston/St Pancras/King's Cross, and there is constantly the dunt-dunt-dunt noise of people walking with suitcases on wheels and stuff coming and going from the stations. And it is a residental area! There are CHILDREN walking around, popping to the shops, CL'sLW, and Coram's Fields - the bloody playground! I turned away and continued to watch Come Dine With Me. Jeez.
Ringtones: What's yours and how often do you change it?
Submitted by enrico.
*saddo*
In other news, I am hoping to miraculously recover from a massive cold by tomorrow, as I am going to my graduation ceremony in the afternoon. Lying down and being bunged-up enough so that your head starts spinning and the rooms begins moving is bloody horrible.
*fingers crossed for a very quick recovery*
Clowns: delightful or terrifying?
Traumatising.
It was 1997, Mum had died, and I was in Great Ormand Street Hospital to have the old hand surgery. I remember it being a post-op appointment, probably just a change of bandage, and Dad and I were sat in the plastic surgery ward - Tiger Ward - just waiting to be released.
One of the Hospital Clowns, who apparently cheer the children up, came up to me and handed me a flower attached to a wire, which would of course spring back to the clown's lapel if released. He handed the flower to me, saying "Flower for your mother!" and I put my hand out to get it, before, ho ho! It sprang back. It wasn't a flower for me, or indeed my dead mum at all! How droll.
Dad was seething and stared daggers at the clown, and managed not to thump him, or tell him to fuck off.
Of course, Twat Clown didn't know my mum had died and that I was feeling pretty sad as it was the summer holidays and not enjoying them as I had been in-and-out of hospital for weeks, and that I was shit scared about starting secondary school, but still, it was a very clowny thing to do because clowns are cruel, mean bastards. Everytime I see a clown now, I feel anger and fear, and the urge to kill. If I ever end up in a war battle situation, it would be useful to visualise the enemy as clowns.
What is your favorite term of endearment?
Submitted by lostdwarf.
At the risk of sounding a bit odd, my answer to this is: spatchcock.
I'm not sure how it started, but it was when I was young and a bit daft(er). I probably heard it on some cooking programme - Nigella? - and thought, 'Ooh that looks delicious, and what a funny word!'
I don't know how it popped up as a term of endearment, but probably because: being northern + using 'cocka' as an endearment = spatchcock was a natural progression.
I just used to use it for my sister, and she found it funny, then I'd be out with friends, and I'd unconciously go, 'Y'allright spatchcock?'
It has sometimes been shortened to 'spatch'.
spatch·cock [spach-kok] noun
1. a fowl that has been dressed and split open for grilling.
2. to prepare and roast (a fowl) in this manner.
You've found the fabled pot o' gold. How will you spend it?
Submitted by Red Pen.
Well as it is St Patrick's Day, I'll spend it on Irish things.
Tayto crisps, an Irish terrier, Guinness and Ireland's finest Galtee sausages.
What are your three favorite snacks?
Submitted by Sunscreem.
There are far too many possibilities for me to go into here, for snacking throughout the day is something I am very capable of. If I was to give an alien advice on how to be human, and lead an enjoyable life, I would suggest exploring the endless possibility of snacks; for when you think about it, snacks are like a massive patchwork quilt, so many possibilities, joining together, making like cosier, blanketing us in love and memories.
I consider a sandwich to be a snack, but I mean small sandwiches you can make yourself, that you just eat to fill a gap. My favourite sandwich has to be the very simple cheese and onion. It is so delicious, and there is nothing like the tasty marriage between a good cheddar and crunchy onion. I feel like a Queen when eating one. I can only imagine the joy the Queen herself feels when eating a delicious sandwich.
You're trapped in a (temporarily) out of order elevator - who would you like to be trapped with?
Submitted by tbtissimus.
OH. I WONDER WHICH PERSON/PERSONS I WOULD CHOOSE?
HMM. THIS IS A TOUGH ONE. NEVER BEFORE HAS A QUESTION BEEN SO FREAKING HARD TO ANSWER.
OH MY, THIS IS ABSOLUTELY DIFFICULT. YES.
What's something you did when you were younger that you still haven't confessed to your parents?
Submitted by Bizz.
Okay, so this wasn't something I did, but something which happened to me...I never went out to play as a child, but one time I did with a neighbour's kid, and we were walking round the street. All of a sudden this small dog was charging towards us and went for me. After it stopped trying to attack me, it went mad at a family having a picnic in the school field, so my friend and I ran as fast as we could into the nearest building - the local church.
I never mentioned it to my family, and I never went out to play again.
What were your top 5 TV shows of 2006?
Well now you can all see my poor taste in television...
1. LOST - aaah what a mad, mad show. It doesn't particularly make sense, and there is no foreseeable ending, but my goodness I love it.
2. That Mitchell and Webb Look - okay, so it wasn't quite Peep Show, but the Now we know..., MASSIVE YACHT', and Sir Digby Chicken Caesar sketches, were genius. Plus, they are both lovely and sexxxy.
3. How London was Built - aah how could I have a list without my good friend Adam. He is lovely you know. I have had a drink with him. BFF.
