And you shouldn't even care about the losers in the air and the crooked stares

steepholm reminded me of the Facebook meme that's been going round where you give yourself points according to various things like having tattoos, one-night stands (seriously, why award yourself a point for that?), being in a limo, etc etc. Her list of ten was infinitely cooler and it's prompted me to try my own, Score yourself a point if you've ever:

- Cuddled a Mari Lwyd

- Handled a live snake

- Told Chris Tarrant that you thought love was "rubbish"*

- Had China Mieville use your own copy of his novel for a live reading of same

- Your one marriage was to your best friend of the time in a dodgy drag comedy**

- Had your hand held by a ghost

- Sat in a fairy-ring

- Played the Doctor in a crap fan-film***

- Been on an archaeological dig at a Roman fort

- Written a fan-letter and that person's become a good friend to you


We're in Tier 4. It hasn't really sunk in yet - I'm tired and there's still a bit of serotonin buzz going on from turning my essay on Course of the Heart  in on time. It doesn't make so much difference to me; charity shops I can replace with EBay and there's little else I go further for unless I'm walking for pleasure. I'll bookend this ending year by walking with different friends, one either side of midnight.

* I was nine, so let me off for that one. Bloody TV-AM never showed the visit to our school anyway. My one appearance on telly was on a local programme for jobseekers shown at WTF-o-clock. I did stay up for it, though; I saw the back of my head (a few spiky tufts at the edge of the screen) and the vividly-striped mohair jumper I liked wearing at the time.

** No records exist of this film, for which I am glad. It was fun to make though.

*** I'm even more glad that you can't see this one. All I can say is that I beat the New Series Doctors to Converse trainers and a leather coat by several years. It wouldn't have been by dint of my acting ability.