I got tagged by Oswald a week or so ago, and have been ignoring it up to this point but FFM's effort below is so risible I thought I should show him up.
1. November 28th is not an auspicious day for New Zealand, not only did a DC10 take a header into a mountain on this day as well as an Airbus going for a swim today but November 28th is also the date I arrived in New Zealand 20 years ago .
2. I passed a scholarship exam for Westminster boys school as a child but my mother would not let me go. Probably a good thing because being buggered and locked in my trunk while walking around all day in a cassock and ruffle sounds less appealing now than it did then.
3. Although I did get my turn in the cassock as a choir boy at my local C of E Norman era church (St Mary's in Baldock, North Hertfordshire), I sang in St Albans Abbey and at St Pauls for the Queen. My days as a child prodigy chorister came to an abrupt end when I got too cosy with our choirmasters daughter as a fresh faced 12 year old.
4. I am the grandson of the man who worked alongside Logie Baird as an industrial glass blower and who helped make the first working CRT.
5.I played lacrosse for the East of England senior team as a 15 year old against Cambridge university, scored a goal and lost my first adult tooth within 5 minutes of scoring.
6. I have not been to a Rugby match since the RWC in Sydney in 2003, I will never again experience the emotional high that I experienced during that game and Rugby now bores me. This comes after a lifetime of attending Test matches in Europe, NZ and OZ.
7. My name is Colin but as I am the fourth generation of my family bearing that name I am known by my middle name Russell, I regularly thank my mum for this because my fathers side of the family have a terrible record in naming eldest sons. My Great granfather was a Wlater, Grandad was known as Hector, and My father as Malcolm. The curse has been broken with my eldest who is James (But his middle name is Colin). My surname dates back to the Norman Conquest and is cheese eating surrender monkey in origin. The literal translation is Beautiful Mountain..
I shall not tag anyone because everybody I want to read has already done it..