It’s a matter of good fortune, but I’ve never broken a bone. That is, my right hip was sawn off three years ago, but I don’t think that counts in this context.
I’ve never taken any illegal drugs. Not a sniff. Nor any legal but dodgy ones, either, nothing to change my mood in any way. I’m clean, darlings, completely clean. I know, child of the 60s, I should be ashamed. But I’m a self-control freak instead. I don’t mind in the least what anyone else does, but I want to choose what I do. I didn’t smoke in my teens either (I’ve had the odd cigarette but never been a smoker) because of the peer group pressure. I don’t do peer group pressure and if everyone around me is doing something, that’s quite enough reason for me not to.
It so happened that, the other day, Weeza mentioned that she’d never seen Titanic. I can’t say that, I’m afraid. She said, maybe she should, but the rest of us suggested that she should take it as a matter of pride. I’m trying to think of a film that I should have seen or that everyone else has, but I’ll have to give that a bit more consideration.
I’ve never read a Mills and Boon novel, but on the other hand I’ve not read anything by George Eliot either. I’m not sure why the latter omission, I read most classics in my teens. Oh, I’ve never read anything by Salman Rushdie. I stood next to him in the bar at the Theatre Royal in Norwich though, when Arthur Miller was doing a show – various actors were doing readings from his plays. It was very good.
Exchanging emails with my friend Martina in Seattle the other day, it was mentioned that she’s been to Pompeii. I haven’t. If I was going to, I should have been there years ago when I’d have found it fascinating, but now I don’t want to. I’ve become more tender-hearted as I’ve grown old and the horror of it would upset me too much now. Actually, we didn’t get away much for years so the list of places I haven’t been to is a very long one.
I’ve never owned a cat – if one can use the expression. I’ve never lived with a cat. I like cats, I don’t mind the idea in the least, but I’d rather have a dog.
Anything I should have done that I might not have? I’ll answer all reasonable questions. Or any admissions of your own?
Update – I’m prompted by Sir B into another admission. I’ve never ridden on a motor bike, not even a moped or a scooter. He suggests I might get a licence, but it seems a bit like running before you’ve tried standing on your feet. Or possibly trodden on your own toes, which might be more my style.
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