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Sunday, March 29, 2009SIX FINGS INNIT I was recently tagged by the incorrigible Jimmy Bastard. It's taken me a coupla weeks to get around to pulling myself towards myself, but here y'all go - Six Fings of Total Irrelevance About some dumb blonde who resides in a dusty corner of the Sandpit. 1) Put the link of the person who tagged you on your blog. 2) Write the rules. 3) Mention 6 things or habits of no real importance about you. 4) Tag 6 persons adding their links directly. 5) Alert the persons that you tagged them. 1) I like going out incognito. It's fun pushing my shopping trolley into other shoppers ankles, closing the lift doors on other folk just as they enter & swearing in Zulu to local ferals. An added bonus (of course) is that my arse doesn't look fat in my abaya.................it's every girls Little Black Dress innit!  2) The contents of my handbag are off-limits to anyone other than myself, unless a 35 page legal disclaimer against bodily harm being inflicted is signed by anyone daft enough who wants to root around. I use one (mainly neutral colour) handbag at a time & until it wears out. I can't be arsed to keep switching the contents between various clothing co-ordinated bags. Utter bollocks.  3) The only time my wedding, engagement & eternity rings come off is when I have to go into an operating theatre & even then, I'll try to get away with wearing a plaster that covers them. They're welded together & shaped to my finger, which is how they should be.  4) I have the co-ordination of a spastic - I'm fucking hopeless really. If you throw me a ball to catch I can guarantee I'll miss it, but not for want of trying. I tried learning how to play golf, but the actual configuration of holding a golf bat in a certain way, keeping my head still then swinging my body - complete with bat - to hit a little white ball in front of my feet was just too much for my sludge to cope with. I do enjoy the walk though. I have no idea or sense of direction if I'm in a strange town or city. I hurl abuse at the nice lady hiding in the GPS, who tells me to "turn right at next exit" when there is no fucking right, you silly bitch! 5) I have a couple of borderline OCD tendencies. The manufacturer or washing instruction label on the edge of the duvet/comforter for the bed HAS to go on the bottom/at the end of the bed, otherwise I'll never sleep. All coathangers in the wardrobes have to face the same way.  6) After a brief interlude of not being able to think of anything else you may (or may) not want to know about this dumb blonde, I decided to dredge up THIS. It might fill in a few gaps. Now it's up to the following 6 peeps to open up & say ahhhhh:  
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