The God of Mischief thus questioned me ...

[reynardo]

and who am I to resist unsworn when he asks Smack me down if I pry too deeply, okay?


For the original information about the interview meme, look here

When Loki asks,

My dear, I offered so you may ask. I will not lie, although I will refuse to answer if it is too much. And nothing you asked was.

(1) Clearly, the age difference between yourself and german-trouser-boy does not trouble you overly. But did it, and if so, in what way/s?

Oh boy yeah. I was going out with a guy who was 8 years younger than me and I met this redhead who was 10 1/2 years younger, and who looked younger still. (Remember when I met him he was only 23). I have had a ... bad record ... of corrupting young lads, and was terrified that I was leading him on, treating him badly and warping his fragile little mind. It took me a good 6 months to admit to myself that he wasn't being corrupted and that he really was old enough and more importantly mature enough to cope with the relationship.

I don't know if the scariest part was realising that I'd been out with plenty of guys who were physicaly older but immature, or realising that despite my supposed age, my own maturity wasn't much older.

Oh yeah - that and "You must remember this song!" "I was *how* old when it came out?" "Oh yeah. Sorry."

(2) Assume that you had the requisite qualifications, talents, number of limbs, etc for the job. What job is it?

If the salary is reasonable - teaching girls to have self-respect.

Or surgeon.

Or agony columnist in a magazine where one per week was allowed to be silly.

Oh crumbs - I don't know.

(3) What's the most embarassing thing that ever happened to you?

It's a toss-up between losing strip-poker to one of my brother's friends while my brother was watching, or realising the birthing-ward windows had window-washers looking in while I was being examined.

(4) How exactly does one come to call the fruit of one's loins "Ratboy"?

See this answer and also, I've realised, that his initials slightly turned are R(ichards), A(dam) T(imothy).

(5) So, we know you like it where you are, and that you'd like to live in Melbourne too. Where else appeals, and why?

Armidale. University town, want to open restaurant (oh - add that to the job list) catering to students. Like cold. Good bands and excellent parties - or there were 20 years ago.

For a few years, perhaps the UK or the USA - although not just at the moment. To do lots of travelling and see amazing places, but then to come back to Aus.

Comments

[lordstorm.livejournal.com]

With myself and stilkil, it's nearly the same:

Moi: "In 1987, I was in Grade 3!"
Her: "In 1987, I'd finished high school."
Moi: *mental thud*

Is there something about us younger redheads who know a little about things that you all like to prey on, seriously? ;)

[reynardo.livejournal.com]

I'd answer that except she'd kill me.

[frou-frou.livejournal.com]

hehehe...I didn't realise how much of a pattern there is here.....

[lordstorm.livejournal.com]

Aha! Thought so, three times the charm! ;)

[unsworn-nomore.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah - that and "You must remember this song!" "I was *how* old when it came out?" "Oh yeah. Sorry."

I am constantly having that conversation with both expoduck and apocraphilia... :)

[expoduck.livejournal.com]

And I, in turn, am constantly having that conversation with my workmates. So, the great tradition continues. :)

[unsworn-nomore.livejournal.com]

But your workmates aren't that young. I mean, wouldn't it get a little this-ish?

[expoduck.livejournal.com]

I asked one of my 16-year-old workmates what kind of music she is into, she replied 'Punk', which of course means 'not-punk'.
I dutifully played London Calling (album) over and over and over on the next shift I worked with her. No effect. Ah well.

Also, I mentioned that I like Pearl Jam, and she confused them with Midnight Oil before dismissing them as 'old person music anyway'...

And yet, she still lives. How'd I let that happen? ;)