I realise that Charlotte’s Web has been a solemn place of late so here’s a little tomfoolery to entertain you on a Sunday night. Below are six facts about me. One is a lie. Can you guess which one is a complete and utter humdinger of a falsehood?
I have read this meme in various places – usually as Three Truths and One Lie, but I couldn’t help embroidering a little. I first saw it at Stitched in Holland.
Herewith Five Truths and One Lie:
1. I have different coloured eyes – one green and one half-green, half-brown.
2. As a student I had a job at a supermarket selling dolls that urinated.
3. I live in a town that was once a Roman settlement. This weekend we went to the local museum, and saw the remains of a pillar from the temple that used to be in our garden.
4. On our honeymoon in Zimbabwe, we had to call the hotel guards to chase away the herd of elephants that were eating the strelitzias outside our bungalow.
5. My favourite novel is Elizabeth Costello by J.M. Coetzee.
6. I have never been into a sex shop.
If you want to play too, consider yourself tagged.
*** The Answer ***
Well done to all of you who guessed the book was the lie! Despite the fact that Coetzee is one of my favourite authors, I loathed Elizabeth Costello and never finished it. My main objection was the part after she died and was messing about in heaven – I just didn’t want to hear about it. Anyway, she’s come back to haunt me, because she’s turned up again in Slow Man, which I’m presently reading. It looks like I may be forced to locate my copy of EC from the bottom of a dusty pile and have another look at it. And Emily, you’re right, I don’t have a favourite book.
To those of you who toyed with the sex shop as my possible lie, I wish I could offer you a salacious tale. Alas, despite the proliferation of the above in German towns, I have never been into one. However, I am planning a trip to Berlin with some girlfriends in September and may have to remedy this there – far, far away from my home town.
And Helen, we really did see the temple pillar that was excavated in our garden while our house was being built in the Seventies. Cool, huh? Our kids were most impressed, and now believe we have the premium address in town.
And I really did sell weeing dolls. Only for one afternoon, mind. And then I phoned up the best-looking boy on campus, invited him out for supper and paid for the meal.