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Thursday, October 27, 2005

Twenty Things - Tagged At Last!

I was finally tagged last week by that Piratey Know-It-All, Elaine. (I was tagged a second time shortly thereafter - and then again the other night - by two other people, but I will get to them in due course.)

So here are Twenty Things you probably didn't know about me. (Even if you did, just go with it.)



1. I have a younger sister who is a school teacher (the profession I trained in but never took up).

2. I have an even younger brother who is better than I am at everything I ever wanted to do; singing, drumming, acting, etc.

3. I refer to Coke (the drink) as "mother's milk to me", and drink it near-daily. I'm probably going to die in five years by rotting from the inside out.

4. At one point I owned three cats at once - never again.

5. At one point I owned no cats - never again.

6. I have a 97-year-old Grannie who we hope will make it to the big 1-0-0 so we can collect her letter from the Queen. Then Grannie's free to go about her own business and do as she pleases.

7. As well as being a crazy Muppet fan (which you may have noticed), I'm also a massive Buffy fan. I won tickets to see the final two Buffy episodes at the cinemas two weeks before they aired on Australian TV. I dressed up as Spike (which looked strikingly lifelike), and Wifey went as Faith (another striking resemblance).

8. I have a scar on my inner right thigh that I got from a piece of barbed wire. It happened when I was about 10 while walking along the top of a small brick fence that had three strands of barbed wire running above it. I was trying to show off by straddling the wire as I walked along the fenceline - but I cut myself about 5 centimetres wide. Instead of bleeding, I had some leg fat sticking out of it. It was cool ...

9. When my beloved first cat Fluffy (no relation) was killed by a rogue dog in our backyard overnight when I was three, and my mum had to tell me the next morning that he was in heaven, I was devastated. She was dreading having to tell me that Fluffy was dead, and I remember standing there in the hallway and saying to her softly, "Mummy, my heart is very sad", which caused her to break down.

10. I was President of my university's drama company for a record-setting two years ... and I ruled at it :)

11. It might not seem like such a stretch from The Muppets, but I'm a huge Disney fan as well. I know there are many anti-Disney sentiments out there, but I'm not one of those people at all. Wifey's a fan too. We currently have 52 animated Disney DVDs, and we have every intention of getting 'the rest of them' over time, despite how many I know that is. (I still find this very amusing, though.)

12. I had secret piano lessons in the six months leading up to my wedding day, so that I could perform a secret song to Wifey during the wedding ceremony (which I'd written for her). It came as a complete surprise to all but the band members who accompanied me. Nice moment.

13. No matter how much of a hurry I'm in, I can never pass a doughnut shop or book shop without stopping and going inside. In the case of the doughnut shop, I will usually end up buying something even if I probably shouldn't, and in the case of the book shop, I usually end up spending an hour or two browsing, sometimes culminating in me buying something I definitely shouldn't! (If it's a second-hand book shop, say good-bye to the whole afternoon!)

14. I once found a turtle in the gutter of our very-residential street as a kid, took him home, named him Tiny Tim, and dutifully looked after him for two or three days. He lived in our bathtub and was very happy (although that's just how I remember it as a kid - in hindsight, I think the poor thing was probably petrified out of its mind!). After three days, Mum had had enough of it preventing me from having a bath, so the RSPCA was called and Tiny Tim was taken away. Dad said he probably 'fell of the back of a truck', which was a term I hadn't heard before so I took it at face value and grew up imagining this little turtle somehow falling off the back of a truck in downtown suburbia. It was a perplexing mental image to grow up with, and it wasn't until I thought about it again many years later that I realised what Dad had meant.

15. Still on the subject of pets, at one point in my childhood I had two cats (a wonderfully friendly black one and a misbehaving white one - imaginatively called Sooty and Snowy), and I loved them both - although at that point, Snowy was the more personable, so I spent more time with him (being a fickle child). One day when I was about 8, after not seeing Snowy for a while, I asked Dad where Snowy was, to which Dad said that he'd wondered how long it'd be before I'd ask; he'd taken Snowy to the RSPCA two weeks earlier because of his mischievous behaviour. I cried my heart out all night (literally - I got no sleep and neither did my parents) and all the next day (I didn't go to school). Snowy and I had been really close, and I was upset because I hadn't had a chance to say goodbye - but worse than that, I felt terrible about not realising or noticing his absence for two weeks! I can understand my parents having to get rid of him, though. He used to use his claws to pick the lock on the back sliding flyscreen door (!), come inside and eat the chicken that was defrosting on the counter for dinner. Houdini's cat. I still don't get why my parents didn't tell me what they'd done either in advance or at least in the two weeks that passed before I finally wondered where Snowy was. (A note on the above point: It wasn't strange not to see the cats for a few days, as they were 100% 'outdoor cats' and our property ran adjacent to a huge paddock of unused land - complete with metre-high grass - so sometimes we'd have dead mice, rabbits, rats, snakes and possums on our back doorstep. They were always disappearing for a while and then returning to lounge around the backyard again. And although I was heartbroken for a while, Snowy's 'abduction' was a blessing in disguise, as it meant that I got to know Sooty again - who had been the family cat for two years prior to Snowy's arrival - and who had taken a back seat to Snowy's attention-grabbing behaviour. Sooty lived until the ripe old age of 18 and became my favourite ever cat (and I love cats! ... but not in a yucky way), and he even became my close friend during those trying teenage years. You know how some pets can fill that void. I was truly blessed to have Sooty when I was growing up, so Snowy's departure helped that to happen.)

16. Amongst some of my friends, I am known as The Cat Whisperer. I can make all domestic cats - no matter how 'feral' you think they are - sit calmly and docilely in my arms. I have the magic touch and all cats love me.

17. My favourite chocolate bar of all time (and there are a lot of them I love!) is Violet Crumble. A close second is chocolate-covered Turkish Delight.

18. My blogger name 'BEVIS' is not pronounced 'Beavis'. If you've been imagining that it sounded like 'Beavis', that makes you 'Butt-Head'. Note the difference in the spelling. 'BEVIS' is pronounced: 'Behh-viss'. 'Be' as in 'beverage', or 'bevy of heavenly beauties'; 'vis' as in 'viscount' or ... um ... that's about it, actually.

19. The little green frog in my blogger image is not - as many of you seem to have assumed, by your comments - Kermit. It's actually his little nephew Robin. He's much smaller and cuter than Kermit. Just like me.

20. I was born and bred ("in a briar patch") in Sydney. I lived there for 16 years and then my family moved down to Melbourne. By the time my family moved back to Sydney, I had embedded myself in Melbourne with friends, a uni course, etc, so I did what I had sworn black-and-blue when I moved down at 16 that I would never do: I opted to stay in Melbourne while my family returned to Sydney. I am ambidextrous in regards to the two cities / states. I prefer neither one to the other and see good and bad points to each. So don't draw me into a Sydney vs Melbourne debate, for I will undoubtedly beat the pants off you with contrary arguments, no matter which city you're supporting. I'm used to arguing for each city and I've heard every complaint about either one known to man. They're both beautiful cities and have different intricacies and foibles. (Brisbane, however, is a hole.)



So there you go. And now, to encourage other bloggers to post some 'stuff' about themselves, because I'd like to know more about them, I tag Djali and Riss and Sheriff of Nothing.

24 Comments:

At Thursday, October 27, 2005 9:06:00 am, Blogger Clokeeeey! said...

Good twenty. A bit on the catty side.
You'll always be butt-head's offsider to me though, sorry.

 
At Thursday, October 27, 2005 9:34:00 am, Anonymous waitingformylettertoo said...

Bevis (pronounced correctly),

Did your Gran get her customary letters from the Premier and her local Member of Parliament from the age of 90? Admittedly not quite as exciting as one from the Queen....

 
At Thursday, October 27, 2005 9:45:00 am, Blogger elaine said...

Thank you!

re:7. Spike before or after that disastrous affair with buffy? (and dressing up as faith - Wifey is queen among women)

thank you for setting us straight over your name's pronunciation (which word is often incorrectly pronounced).

 
At Thursday, October 27, 2005 11:18:00 am, Blogger Adam said...

Dude, that's some awesome work you've done there!!

Could it be possible that I'm a younger, cut-down version of you? As in, a heap of things I really, really like, you psychotically love. I'll register myself as an 'Emergency Bevis' if you ever need a standin.

 
At Thursday, October 27, 2005 11:29:00 am, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ahh... the 's' is viscount is silent... so your name would therefore be "Behh-vie".

 
At Thursday, October 27, 2005 11:37:00 am, Anonymous Her Radicalness said...

1. Your parents' excuse for putting down Snowy is absolutely unacceptable. I had a cat whose name was Bad Cat (his real name was Peewee, but it fall by the wayside after we figured out what his nature was), and he was the most insane, aggressive animal I have ever met. He used to attack me, not in a playing way, but in a blood-dripping-from-my-hands, had-to-go-to-the-doctor way. All the time. All the time. I'm talking daily. My housemate used to come and pull the cat off my arm while blood dripped onto the floor. And he was big. 10 kilos. But I never once thought about putting him down. I have the scars on my arms from his vicious attacks. But he was only a poor, disturbed kitty.

2. Isn't the 'vis' in 'viscount' pronounced 'VY'? I'm confused. Does that mean your name is pronounced 'BEH-VY'?

goavbqk

 
At Thursday, October 27, 2005 4:10:00 pm, Blogger BEVIS said...

OK, OK, 'viscount' was a poor example. Instead, I should have said 'visceral'. Suits me better anyway. I humbly beg for forgiveness.

Clokeeeey, Thanks. I'm sorry about the high cat quotient. I have actually written 40 points (20 for the second tag), so some of them ran along a theme. Perhaps I should have mixed them up a little more, but I'm a cat-lover, so there you go.

WaitingForMyLetterToo, you type real well for an old fella (or lass). I don't think she got a letter for reaching 90, no. We probably had to 'register' (ie. pay) for her to receive it (I know you have to for the 100 - it doesn't happen automatically!), so I guess that's why. Thanks for pronouncing my name correctly; I could hear it in your voice and it's very much appreciated.

Elaine, before, well before. And yes, Wifey rules supreme (and looks hot in black leather!). :)

Adam, thanks. So what are you saying? You also really, really like Coke, Violet Crumbles, Turkish Delight, doughnuts, books, cats, Buffy, Disney and leg fat? I laughed at the 'Emergency Bevis' status. Consider yourself hired. (Sorry, we have no pension plan.)

Her Radicalness, it sounds like you needed me there as The Cat Whisperer. I would have calmed him down immediately (or perhaps after a minute or two of coaxing and 'whispering' in his ear). Is he still around? If so, I smell a challenge coming on! (PS - Thanks for the Violet Crumble and Turkish Delight mysteriously left in my pigeon hole at work a few moments ago - it could only have been you and it was very kind! Chocolate lunches are the best!!)

 
At Thursday, October 27, 2005 4:52:00 pm, Blogger sheriff of nothing said...

Shit!! do you mean I have to think??

 
At Thursday, October 27, 2005 4:59:00 pm, Blogger Djali said...

Thanks for clearing that up for me Bevis. I should have known better. No don't apologise, I like it when people join in. Don't be silly, nothing private about the web.

Have you seen Fitz's blog lately? Some of the responses really worry me, even including some of the people who are arguing against Prussian Blue. That they are part of the Fitz audience really disturbs me. Wich Fitz would get on there and do a clean up.

 
At Thursday, October 27, 2005 5:00:00 pm, Blogger Djali said...

I'm mean: I wish Fitz...etc

 
At Thursday, October 27, 2005 5:08:00 pm, Blogger BEVIS said...

Sorry Sheriff, yes. :)

Djali, no worries. I was just reading about the Prussian Blue thing then, and got sidetracked when I checked out their site. Made me feel ill, actually, so I haven't gone back to read the comments yet.

Now that you tell me that, I'm not so sure I want to! ...

Very disturbing.

 
At Thursday, October 27, 2005 6:22:00 pm, Blogger Djali said...

Oh and thanks for the tag, will complete it soon when I have a little more time to honour it properly. I'll keep you posted.

 
At Thursday, October 27, 2005 7:49:00 pm, Blogger BEVIS said...

No problem, Djali.

And no rush - in your own time. :)

 
At Friday, October 28, 2005 12:19:00 pm, Blogger sheriff of nothing said...

I did it just for you!!!!!

 
At Friday, October 28, 2005 8:29:00 pm, Blogger MelbourneGirl said...

hello there

i also picked up on the viss-count thang. also, i'm sorry, but i always mentally say is wrong. ALSO i have to confess [head is hanging low] that i thought your pic was kermie!!!!!!!! now that i know it's robin, it's EVEN CUTER!!!!!!!!

and you likes cats. i too like cats. the ones with blue and white hoops on their jerseys, or are they the old style of jumpers? anyone the team with a couple of little abletts in it. go cats.

 
At Friday, October 28, 2005 8:31:00 pm, Blogger MelbourneGirl said...

ps princess is back from camp. we watched neighbours tonight and tried to piece it together. i wasn't here last night, so have missed a couple of nights. so i can't help you with your ten minute gap there. but do you know, is david defintely dead? how many have they not found? i was about to go the tear tonight with karl and alex so so so in love with susan. do you think karl might challenge alex, now he might realise what he lost????

 
At Friday, October 28, 2005 8:57:00 pm, Blogger fluffy said...

Re: Adam - I would totally kick ass as LADY BEVIS - which is to say if you need a stand in and Adam is not available or maybe a bit too male, I will love the Buffy, the kitties and the chocolates in your stead should you be unable to fulfil your role as The Realness of Bevis #1. Although I've got to admit that the Turkish Delight and the Violet Crumble are my least favourite, that just makes us more compatible for sharing a Cadbury's Snack.

 
At Friday, October 28, 2005 9:01:00 pm, Blogger Magical_M said...

Turkish Delight is the best. Violet Crumble is pretty good too - far superior to the Crunchie.

 
At Friday, October 28, 2005 10:25:00 pm, Blogger Clokeeeey! said...

No problems about the cats, ie the feline types not the blue and white hooped ones.
The feline ones bring back memories of our dearly departed Thomas (red burmese). Sucumbed to internal injuries after being in the wrong place at the wrong time (behind the back wheel of a car). If I ever get another cat, it'll be a burmese again.

 
At Sunday, October 30, 2005 12:36:00 pm, Blogger Rowena said...

Bevis, I loved the "cattiness" of this post. I have a little brown Burmese girl called Iggy and previously had an Abyssinian called Ashcroft, who disappeared one day without a trace about three years ago. No-one could mention his name to me for ages after that without me bursting into tears.

And when I was little and we lived in the country, we took in an orphaned lamb. One day my dad insisted it had to go out in the paddock with the other sheep, but as she thought she was a human rather than a sheep as she had always lived in the house, she wouldn't stick with the other sheep for safety at night. The morning after her first night out there, I looked out the window and she was nowhere to be seen. She had been murdered by a fox. And that was officially the worst day of my entire life.

 
At Monday, October 31, 2005 11:43:00 am, Blogger BEVIS said...

Thanks, Sheriff - I'll be sure to check it out later today (when the boss isn't watching me!).

MelbourneGirl, you got the wrong cats there. Very much the wrong cats. As for Neighbours, David isn't definitely dead. My understanding is that the three Bishop family members - David, Liljana and Serena - are all still missing. Apart from Connor and Dylan, who are technically 'missing' but we know are relatively safe (for now) on a beach somewhere, everyone else has now been accounted for. The scene on Friday night between Karl & Alex was certainly a teary one, especially for viewers who've seen Karl be a nice guy (but not always a good husband, I must admit). I'm of two minds about Karl. On the one hand, he and Susan were always meant to be together, and it was never a good thing that he 'fell out of love' with Susan (his words). However, Susan's been through the ringer with Karl twice now (back in the 90s he had an affair with his secretary, played by Nicola Charles, and then last year he decided he didn't love Susan anymore and left her for Izzy (although not because he was already with Izzy or having an affair - that much should be made clear). I'm just glad the bickering between Karl & Susan didn't last too long. So I don't know if Susan should put her trust in him a third time, even though part of me still really wants to see those wacky kids work it out. But heartache lies ahead with Alex, too. Because he has a fatal disease ... and because this is a soapie we're talking about.

Fluffy, it sounds like there are plenty of options available to me, should I ever decide to retire from being BEVIS. Thanks for throwing your hat into the ring there, and I'll add your name to the BEVIS Replacement List (currently consisting purely of Adam). I'm sure my management will let you know of your new standing, should anything happen to me.

Magical_M, you're spot on there. Crunchie is the devil's food. And not in a good way. The honeycomb is grotty and awful.

Clokeeeey and Rowena, it's pleasing to see others are fans (to varying degrees, perhaps) of cats in the blogosphere. I have nothing against dogs (unless their owners take them for a walk without keeping them on a lead or, alternatively, making them wear a muzzle - otherwise they see a cat [or a small child, elderly person, etc] and the dog has a good time while the person or cat is mauled or killed, so there's no room for second chances or learning from the mistake of the dog getting carried away "the first time" as far as I see it), but I'm a cat person, through-and-through. Glad to hear you both have fond memories of cats you've owned in the past. Rowena, I can just imagine how shattered you would have been when your sheep was killed.

 
At Monday, October 31, 2005 1:50:00 pm, Blogger Riss said...

Thanks for the tag BEVIS. It will need careful consideration and I will devote some attention to it when I can divert Logan to some outdoorsy-type thing so I can use the computer.

 
At Monday, October 31, 2005 10:04:00 pm, Blogger Rebecca said...

Hi Bevis,
So this is what the 20 questions are. Well don't worry about tagging me, I've already done a list, but it only got to 107.
HooRoo
Rebecca

 
At Tuesday, November 01, 2005 9:26:00 am, Blogger Susanne said...

I knew it was 'Bevis'. Like, duh.

 

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