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    • The Year I Was Born

      • May 1978: Boney-M was number 1 when I made my appearance. Elvis was still dead and everyone was wearing nylon slacks hewn from flammable caravan curtains. Disco had arrived, with John Travolta and his travolting white suit to thank for it.

      • answered by kittenville on 10/06/2011
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    • Me, as a Teen

      • Purple Vegan Combat Boots

        I was a terribly untidy-looking teenager. I wore purple Doc Marten's with everything, including dresses, and had a collection of garish Vivian Westwood tights that intersected my grape-coloured clodhoppers and gloriously mismatched clothing. I had hair to my hips and making an effort involved the threat of mascara. I wore purple only for a whole year.

        I shall have nothing whatsover to look forward to now when I go senile.

      • answered by kittenville on 08/09/2010
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    • One Thing I Learned Recently

      • tengo miedo

        I'd say over the last year, I've learned to listen in more depth than ever before.

        It's all to do with my job, you see. For the past year, I've worked in the public sector and I interview people for new benefits claims within a work-focused interview framework. Every day, I hear up to nine new personal stories. I hear tales of misfortune, hope, travel, experience, hilarity and tragedy. People sit at my desk and they're optimistic, cynical, sad, feisty and upbeat. They see my as an ally or a part of a government machine. They are frank and taciturn. I speak to a wide range of people who, for one reason or another, inadvertently end up at my desk, telling me about their journeys to get there. It is my job to filter that information and document the relevant parts, the bits relating to work.

        Relevant is relative. The government and my colleagues need information on certain things. I see a person and listen to why and how they're there. It is why, when I come home at night, I often do not feel I need to read or write, because a story has already unfolded before me.

      • answered by kittenville on 08/09/2010
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    • Between the covers, I'd be...

      • If you could be any book character, who would it be?

        No sauciness intended, not one bit. My literary heroine is as proper as they come and hasn't so much as flashed an ankle out of turn.

        I've read a fair few books in my time, mostly reference, and I've read of some marvellous characters like Eleanor of Aquitaine, a little minx, twice a queen and entirely a power-player. I've read of kings and politicians, people that have shaped history, society and culture and left their stories firmly tacked to the timeline. There have been books where the narrator, like Desmond Morris, has changed my perception, the likes of Wodehouse who have me laugh out loud before reeling in admiration of the wit being showcased, and then there have been fictional characters that have delighted me . The likes of Mr Twit, to whom it did not occur that windows were mainly for looking out of so in fear of people snooping, he omitted them entirely when building his house.

        From this esteemed company, I pick Jane Austen's Emma, a middle-class, actually quite prosaic, individual. In today's culture, she's a quaint literary relic of an age of etiquette and connexion. Yet her lifescape is quite charming. Who amongst us with even a modicum of realistic romanticism would not choose a life of relative simplicity and comfort, and to find contentment and love right beneath our noses with someone that both challenges and pulls us up when needed, and yet is a dear friend?

      • answered by kittenville on 08/09/2010
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    • My Life, Ten Years From Now

      • I hope I'll be able to say from the middle of my life that I misspent my youth, that I made mistakes and wasted time. That I frittered days recklessly, and money, ate unsuitable food and dated unsuitable men. That I had my heart broken and chased flimsy dreams, and that my decisions were made in haste and based on bad foundations.

        And from the middle of my life, I hope I realise that these were good things; time wasted came from the joyous lack of concern of it running out, heartbreak was born of optimism in love and people and decisions Were badly made because I had more life & lessons ahead of me than in me.

        And at the middle of it, looking forward, I will know that all the walls I built that crumbled made for a solid foundation beneath the path that I now walk and that everything I learned the hard way was well won. My job will then be to support and guide the young ones in my family as they traverse their path, crumbly and meandering as it will necessarily be and I will know that the people in my life, the laughs I glean from it, the love within it and the days within me are genuine and distilled.

        Ten years from now looks good.

      • answered by kittenville on 07/05/2010
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