Tagged: Obsessions
Tagged by the charming Pocket to reveal five things I am obsessed about. This is not easy.
I’m going to tag tyger and lovely nmj anyway.
I’m not the sort to get obsessed about things – at least not for long. I got obsessed by Johnny Cash’s version of “One” for a week or two, and listened to little else, but then that passes (as discussed here). I get obsessed with tennis when the big tournaments are on, especially Wimbledon, not because it’s the best tennis (quite the contrary) but because it’s a nostalgic fixture my personal calendar.
Here goes then, but remember, it’s a moving target, MrZ is, as Paul Weller taught us, a changing man. Though Weller probably wasn’t talking about me when he sang that.
- My children. I have two amazing daughters who are the most lovely and wonderful things in the world, although they also whine quite a lot, which can get annoying – and I have to admit that, despite them being the sweetest little things known to man or beast, I am getting very fucking bored of “Balamory” - and, believe me, if I met that stupid pink dinosaur Barney and his absurd pals (BJ and Baby Bop) I think I might have to administer a serious slapping.
- Women. If Bindi can be obsessed with young men, I can be obsessed with women. I think this might be my midlife crisis coming on early because I never used to be like this. I should say that this obsession is not entirely creepy and sordid – though of course it mainly is – I am predominantly attracted to women’s intelligence and wit: it truly amazes me that such brains, humour and beauty can exist within a single human being. They never cease to impress me.
- Music. I still harbour bizarre dreams of playing in a band. This is bizarre because I cannot really play anything – and a certain amount of musical ability is a prerequisite these days, this isn’t the sixties. I used to play in a band, I was 15 or 16 or something and I was terrible on the bass while my friends played on and ignored me. I used to finish a few seconds after they did – AND I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE KEEPING THE RHYTHM. They had a point – my pedestrian plodding bass would have killed the song. I still play some songs very loud in the car and imagine I’m in the band.
- Books. I love reading, it’s got such a personal and private element to it. You can go anywhere with a book and you’ve got yourself a pocket pal for those quiet moments. I don’t just love reading though, I love learning, and I love books themselves. I actually take pleasure from owning shelves and shelves of books. This is not like me, I am not usually materialistic.
- Thinking. I adore quiet alone time where distractions are minimal and I can open up my brain and let loose with all sorts of random thinking chains. Driving is especially good for this, and I often have to cease use of my Posh iPod in order to reveal valuable thinking space.
Gosh. That’ll do.
Hei Mr Grockular Z, these are fine obsessions. They have my seal of approval, you sordid creep. If a woman is intelligent and funny, does it matter if she’s not beautiful?
just asking.
Anna MR
12 April, 2007 at 2:48 pm
Anna, it’s never as simple as that, it’s a whole package – certainly many women can be achingly attractive and not be beautiful, this is quite usual in my experience.
People think I have strange tastes. Perhaps it’s partly because i look for, and am attracted to, individuality.
See, not that creepy really.
MrZhisou
12 April, 2007 at 3:31 pm
Let me point out that I *never* called you creepy (well, I did, but you started it). (And in fact, I didn’t – I called you a creep – but again, you fed me the line and thus egged me on.)
Anna MR
12 April, 2007 at 9:59 pm
WOW your list is a lot more insightful and thought provoking. Makes mine look like rubbish
thepocket
13 April, 2007 at 12:33 am
Anna, most impressed how you made it all my fault – typical woman.
MrZhisou
13 April, 2007 at 9:03 am
Pocket, thanks, though I forgot to mention soy sauce, I am obsessed by soy sauce, I put it on everything.
MrZhisou
13 April, 2007 at 9:04 am
Hello there Zeddie,
Thanks for the tag I promise I’ll put mine up today/over the weekend.
I think if I had written your list I would come up with those choices. And there is nothing, may I say nothing, wrong with being obsessed with women. I know, I’m a sordid creep.
tyger
13 April, 2007 at 1:07 pm
Ah, tyger, you know me too well. I look forward to your own creepy selection.
MrZhisou
13 April, 2007 at 3:06 pm
Hey, more sordid creeps to hang out with. I like it here.
It *was* your own fault, Grockles, nothing to do with my female talent in twisting facts and rewriting history.
Anna MR
13 April, 2007 at 10:17 pm
There you are, MrZhisou opening your chest and your mind to peeping curiosity, I expect you’ve left other traits aside, just to keep an aura of mystery around you?
Jose
14 April, 2007 at 7:58 am
Mr Z, you are monstrous to tag me, I hate tags and have only relented once – for Anna MR – but since I am quite obsessive & anxious (they go hand in hand, I think) I may well oblige you one of these days…and I see Aaron, who commented on my blog earlier, is Tyger, I only just realised!
nmj
14 April, 2007 at 11:41 am
nmj, my love, you can counter-tag me. I owe you one.
Anna MR
14 April, 2007 at 1:32 pm
okay, you’re on, anna mr – i bestow mr z’s tag on me upon you!
nmj
14 April, 2007 at 1:45 pm
Anna, okay, I admit it, it was all my fault – typical.
I should have added green tea too. It is a bit of an obsession really, then I wouldn´t have needed to be so candid.
1. Soy sauce
2. Green tea
3. … er … need to think more
MrZhisou
14 April, 2007 at 4:10 pm
Jose, one hopes that this glimpse behind the curtain does not let too much light in on the Z, one would not wish to lose one´s aura of mystery.
MrZhisou
14 April, 2007 at 4:10 pm
NMJ, that´s cheating.
MrZhisou
14 April, 2007 at 4:11 pm
Lordy, lordy, the pressure, okay, I will do the tag, but it is ‘tag lite’ – I will do it now here, rather than with all the palaver & fanfare that accompanies these tags on ones own blog.
1. Totti, as in Francesco, captain of recently shamed A.C Roma.
2. Being anally tidy (when energy allows). I like order even although I seem totally chaotic on the oustide.
3.Checking switches/gas/anything dangerous is off when I leave the house for an overnight. Has to be done repeatedly. Sometimes 6 times.
4. I wouldn’t say I’m obsessed, but I love bookshops, & whenever I’m somewhere new I want to find the book shops.
5. Not obsessed by my wee nephews, but they soak up my love like no one else & I feel so lucky to have them
Okay, am I off the hook?
nmj
14 April, 2007 at 6:14 pm
Very nice. You´re off the hook. I won´t tag you again.
MrZhisou
14 April, 2007 at 7:43 pm