Last book you read?
Is that a trick question, I’m a dyslexic. I did manage the Silence of the Lambs but as I read stuff that’s not even there it wasn’t a surprise the film seemed different. Since then I’ve stuck to audio books and right now I’ve been running with Lee Child’s Jack Reacher in my ears.
Last piece of clothing you bought?
Sounds odd but I don’t really buy clothing, if I’m shopping, it’s for big boys toys, camera’s, tripods, GoPro’s, Drones and the like. My wardrobe comes care of RRD or when the wife and kids make me do the annual shop for jeans. Guess the only thing I choose to shop for that could be called clothing are shoes or slaps and with a UK 13 that’s about as hard as you can get.
Last time you laughed out loud?
Watched Ted with the family two nights ago, sure I’ve seen it before but sometimes you can’t stop it even when you know what’s coming.
Last time you went for a slap up meal?
Any time I’m living in the van on my own, actually my cooking couldn’t even be classed as a meal.
Last time you kissed a man?
It’s not something I make a habit of but back in the mid 90’s I’d burst two discs in my neck and couldn’t compete in the production worlds so was asked to hand the crown over to event winner Roddy Lewis. I’d never understood why some people think everyone loves a late prize giving, when everyone’s there for the after party. So imagine my annoyance when I saw Roddy walking into a restaurant ten minutes before he was due on stage. It was nearly two hours later before Roddy stood in front of five hundred pissed off spectators awaiting to be crowned king. Roddy’s a mix of straight laced private man and too cool for school, so while his hand were clasped around his trophy I couldn’t resist puckering up and planting a wet kiss on his lips, which went down better with the crowd than it did with him.
Last time you made the bed?
Boarding school, five years of hospital corners ensured I had a quilt from then on, and shaking a quilt doesn’t count to making a bed.
Last time you cried?
My dad’s funeral, sure we miss him, though he was such a big character you never stop feeling his presence, though it was seeing the roads around our town lined with all age groups that really got to me. Tears can be sad, come with pride or laughter, mine had an element of all three.
Last time you were conned?
My wife calls it gullible, I call it trusting, whichever it is I just hope this isn’t going to open me up for a load more heartache. Actually I’d rather not say who’s stitched me up, they know who they are and they probably don’t care, I’m happy to say it hasn’t changed me. I’d still rather be conned, than spend a life being distrusting, sure it will lose me money but it’s not what enriches my life.