When did you realize you were an adult? (If you haven’t yet, when do you think you will?)
When I stop feeling the need to answer every WordPress prompt.
Imagine you get a magic gold ticket that lets you travel through space and time to see any band, or music act, living or dead, together or broken up, live at a venue near you. Who would you pick? Why?
I’d go to see The Beatles in The Cavern before they were famous, and tell my Mum to save any tickets or programmes left lying around so we could live off the sales. That woman had no prescience.
How do you recover lost trust?
Oh, I haven’t been on a train in ages.
If you could script tonights dream, would would the plot be?
Weeelll, I’d probably start with a WordPress prompter and a wood chipper; then I’d throw in all the missing apostrophes…
What is the best gift you’ve ever received?
This question, because it allows me to trot out once again my favourite punchline. Apologies to my long-standing readers, who must have heard it at least twice.
I collect American political memorabilia, including the signatures of American presidents (I have no affiliation and will take the bad with the good). One Christmas the Hub bought me a golf ball signed by President George W. Bush. I love being able to say, ‘I have the balls of the most powerful man in the world in my hand.’