Tag Tag Tag Tag
After not having been tagged for months, I’ve suddenly been tagged four times in the last week! First it was Sophia, then Emma, then Jesse, and now Janne, and I just can’t dodge all that pressure. Only thing is, they’re different types of tags, so I’m going to do a combo version of my own invention:
Tag 1 says “write 6 quirky things about yourself” (I’m SO not quirky)
Tag 2 says “Find your sixth picture folder and show the sixth pic in it”.
My Combo Tag says: “Show six pics, each one of which is the sixth in the first six picture folders (it’s sounding positively satanistic at this point).
I’ve jumped the gun by starting this post with a pic from my full-to-bursting album labelled “cats”, but now that’s off my chest, let’s get cracking:
Folder 6: We live near to Table Mountain, which sometimes catches alight in summer. At the end of our street is a reservoir for the Sikorsky helicopters to use to fill up their bambi buckets and dowse the flames. The enormous helicopters pass directly over our block, and this inspires an (unindulged) primitive impulse in me to fall to the earth and worship these glorious sky beasts. OK, so I am a little bit quirky.
You know, that was fun! I’m tempted to tag somebody else with this one. I’ll pick my friend Kelly at The Brooklynist.