Memey Goodness
Normally due to my paranoid attitude to online privacy I don't do memes, but since
katernater tagged me for this one I'm going to give it a shot.
A. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag seven people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it."
1. I have both washed and ridden an elephant. The washing was at my local zoo, and it was so amazing that it sent me on one of the most incredible experiences of my life, a camping safari in Botswana. The riding was at an elephant sanctuary in Zimbabwe, where they take in elephants orphaned by ivory poachers. It's a long, long way up, but the elephants are so wonderful that I had to be forcibly restrained from packing a baby into my suitcase.
2. I once camped in snow above the Arctic Circle, in the midnight sun, in a snowstorm. (Fun, but not very restful. At least we could see what we were doing when the tent next to us blew away.)
3. Half an hour after an evening canal ride here in the water town of Wuzhen, the most beautiful location in China,

I was sicker than I've ever been in my life. (Not that it was the canal's fault. Damn those crispy eels.)
4. I was once carjacked by a member of the England cricket team and had to fling myself onto the laps of the players in the team's car to avoid being stranded in the middle of the street.
5. I have (in collaboration with other writers) won a Bronze Rose (beaten by The Office, you bastards) and an International Emmy, but that never feels quite real. It's the producer whose name goes on the statuette things, not the writers', so you never even get to fondle them. Hmphf.
6. I'm always running into people I know overseas. On one day in London, I met someone from school on the Tube and someone from university in Harrods. I've run into friends in airports in London, Australia and Singapore. And in my Boring Other Career, I've met someone in an office in Wellington who used to see me around the BBC in Portland Place. Twelve thousand miles away.
And finally…
7. Every time I sit down to write, I'm afraid (as in actual, butterfly-laden fear) that this time I won't be able to do it.
I'm not going to tag anybody, though. No meme's going to push me around.
A. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag seven people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it."
1. I have both washed and ridden an elephant. The washing was at my local zoo, and it was so amazing that it sent me on one of the most incredible experiences of my life, a camping safari in Botswana. The riding was at an elephant sanctuary in Zimbabwe, where they take in elephants orphaned by ivory poachers. It's a long, long way up, but the elephants are so wonderful that I had to be forcibly restrained from packing a baby into my suitcase.
2. I once camped in snow above the Arctic Circle, in the midnight sun, in a snowstorm. (Fun, but not very restful. At least we could see what we were doing when the tent next to us blew away.)
3. Half an hour after an evening canal ride here in the water town of Wuzhen, the most beautiful location in China,

I was sicker than I've ever been in my life. (Not that it was the canal's fault. Damn those crispy eels.)
4. I was once carjacked by a member of the England cricket team and had to fling myself onto the laps of the players in the team's car to avoid being stranded in the middle of the street.
5. I have (in collaboration with other writers) won a Bronze Rose (beaten by The Office, you bastards) and an International Emmy, but that never feels quite real. It's the producer whose name goes on the statuette things, not the writers', so you never even get to fondle them. Hmphf.
6. I'm always running into people I know overseas. On one day in London, I met someone from school on the Tube and someone from university in Harrods. I've run into friends in airports in London, Australia and Singapore. And in my Boring Other Career, I've met someone in an office in Wellington who used to see me around the BBC in Portland Place. Twelve thousand miles away.
And finally…
7. Every time I sit down to write, I'm afraid (as in actual, butterfly-laden fear) that this time I won't be able to do it.
I'm not going to tag anybody, though. No meme's going to push me around.
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