A huge thank you to the very funny Stephen Yule, of www.yuletimes.com, for nominating me for The Versatile Blogger Award. I’ve only been blogging for 6 weeks, so am delighted to get a nomination for a second time.
The rules of The Versatile Blogger Award are that you:
- Write 7 interesting facts about yourself to give your readers a peek behind the blogger’s curtains (I added that bit myself, apologies to the Award founder if you don’t like it!)
- Nominate 15 other bloggers whose work you admire
Before I move on to 7 interesting facts about me, a couple of comments on Stephen Yule’s facts, both because they amused me and so that he knows that I did really read them!
- A Liverpool fan! My 6 year old son will be thrilled beyond belief. He regularly writes letters to Jurgen Klopp with suggestions of team line-ups for upcoming matches
- Careful with the cougar comments. I believe cougars bite hard! I suspect Mrs Yule has very very sharp teeth. And, as she is a Prison Officer, could probably take you down with just a couple of swift moves
But, enough about you, Mr Yule …. let’s talk about me!
- When I worked, I had an alter-ego called Boy Martyn and, in tough situations, would think ‘what would Boy Martyn do?’. I feel sure that Boy Martyn helped me get pay rises and promotions. Perhaps if every woman in commerce had a male alter-ego, there wouldn’t be a glass ceiling anymore. Give it a try. Adopt a masculine, tougher version of yourself and turn to ‘him’ when you’re trying to smash through the glass ceiling. He might very well provide you with the hammer.
- At the risk of sounding odd, or perhaps very odd, I also have 3 imaginary chickens. Free range chickens, obviously. I’ve had them a number of years and they’re named after my sisters, or rather my three sisters’ nicknames. As they are imaginary (the chickens, not my sisters; my sisters are real enough), Shel, Neesie and Po are safe from foxes. Unless, of course, someone has imaginary foxes who could attack my imaginary hens. I never thought of that before: I must put some imaginary chicken wire around their imaginary chicken coop!
- I once saw Father Christmas flying through the air in his sleigh when I was a child. I really believed that I did at the time. And, retelling the tale to Big Boy and Littlest Angel recently, I kind of believed it again. And they now believe that I am really extra-special because of my festive experience.
- When I was a young child, I was going to be a nun. I was so very sure that I had ‘the calling’. Several times, I buried my pocket money in some weird semi-pagan offering to God so that I would be a nun. Then we moved to England and I discovered boys. That was the end of my ‘calling’. I just wish I could remember where exactly in the yard I buried my 10 pence. I could do with it now.
- My first crush was Terry Wogan. I’m sure this needs no explanation. A charming older Irishman. Dreamy. (RIP lovely Terry Wogan)
- My next big crush was Vinnie Jones. For anyone who doesn’t know who he is, just google ‘Vinnie Jones footballer bites ear off’. He’s an absolute animal. My fantasy bit of rough.
- Since having kids, I have had to moderate my language a lot as, it has to be said, I have something of a potty mouth. So, for the last 6 years, I have spent the daytime as a character from an Enid Blyton book, with lots of golly-goshing, then magically transform back to Sweary Mary when the kids go to bed. As they grow older, and stay up later, something’s going to have to give. It could be that I’ll end up really turning into an Enid Blyton character. Or, more likely, the kids will finally realize that the mummy they know and love is nothing like the real person. Who knows? What I do know is that I’m dreading that f*cking day.
And, if by any chance, you’re really keen on knowing even more about me, pop along to my 7 facts from my first nomination for the Versatile Blogger Award.
My nominations for The Versatile Blogger Award are:
And, once again, a huge thank you to Steven Yule of Yule Times for nominating me for The Versatile Blogger Award. I really appreciate it.
