"Ten Random Facts About Myself"
Penns-woods tagged me, so I did attempt to think up something. ; ) The last number of years have been a right misery and a struggle to get by, nothing interesting in that. . . but I did throw all my savings away for a trip to NZ when I was 15. That's probably the most interesting thing I've done. I haven't gone on a holiday since then, which should tell you just what it cost me in the long run. Still. . . what's the point of living if you can't have an adventure?
1) I've held The One Ring. About nine or ten years ago, I was staying just a short walk from Trafalgar Square in Nelson, New Zealand. There was a small gold and silversmith shop on the corner originally owned by Jens Hansen. He crafted a few of the rings used in The Lord of the Rings trilogy including The One Ring.
So I went in on a very chilly winter's day and met his son Halfdan. After hearing I was a huge Tolkien fan, he went to the back of the shop and brought out the mother prototype that was used to craft the precious.
I think my reaction was something like, "Aaaaawwwessssssoooooome!"
2) I am quite flexible. I can put my foot behind my head.
3) While I can no longer read books, I have dozens of boxes full of them crowding my room. I don't know why I keep them. . .
4) I play Native American spirit flutes. I've a special double flute (a drone) that's the prize of my collection.
5) The most influential movie of my childhood was "The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly". I vividly remember Tuco running blinding through the valley of graves. . . the camera spinning wildly out of control. . .
6) My hair is about the length of my thumb nail just now. I don't have any money for luxuries, so I cut it myself.
7) Because I've watched British television for most of my life, I can mimic a rather believable RP accent, with a shade or two of estuary. . .
8) I have three elderly rabbits named Leto, Galileo and Sekhmet.
9) I am ten inches taller than Peter Dinklage.
10) I've a map to Peter Jackson's house. His goddaughter gave it to me when we met at a cafe in Wellington (she had some great stories!). I remember it being quite late in the evening, and outside there was a torrent of slanting rain. By the cafe's door, a maori man played flamenco on his guitar. . .
I've the map still. . . written on a napkin. . . somewhere in one of these boxes.