draliman on life

Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World.

If you could choose any person from history to be your imaginary friend, who would it be and why?
Oh boy, there have been so many people in the whole of history, how can I choose? Ooh, I know. I’ll have famous Austrian psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud. Because if I have an imaginary friend at my age I probably need help. And this will present an interesting moral dilemma for Freud – if he is successful in his treatment, he will effectively cease to exist.

What will you do, Sigmund. WHAT WILL YOU DO?

60s, 70s, 80s, 90s: Which decade do you love the most and why?
I think the 70s. Playing outside, hot summers, not a care in the world. Kids always want to grow up so they’re their own boss and can do whatever they want, little realising that you’re never more free than you are in those early years…

When you die, what do you want to be remembered for?
Die? I’m not planning on doing that. But if my immortality master plan doesn’t pan out, I’d rather not be remembered. Most people who are remembered throughout history did something pretty nasty. Sometimes it’s something good, but I’m sure history usually gets it a bit wrong and I wouldn’t be around to fix it.

Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World.

A piece of clothing from your younger childhood you still remember?
I remember one or two bits and bobs. I remember wearing such excitements as shorts and sandals to primary school. Corduroy trousers. I had a “cool” cagoule, a really thin one, which folded up into a tiny pouch and was worn around the waist. I always wore a snake belt, much like this one.

Regardless of your physical fitness, coordination or agility: if you could be an athlete what would do do? Remember this is SYW, dreaming is always allowed.
I reckon I’d be a long distance runner. It would be nice to be able to go out for long runs by myself (even in a race I’d be by myself as I’d be miles ahead of everyone else), just loping along mile after mile without having to stop every couple of hundred metres to gasp for air and throw up in the ditch.

In a car would you rather drive or be a passenger?
Generally I’d prefer to drive. I’m hardly ever a passenger – maybe once a year if my parents are driving me out somewhere. My Mum always complains that I go “too fast” when I’m driving, though. I don’t think she like the g-forces 😦

Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World.

If you were to pack a basket for a picnic lunch, what would be in your basket?
Just the simple things, I’m a man of simple tastes.

Quail eggs, caviar on crackers, smoked salmon with lemon on freshly-cooked bread. I’ll leave it to the servants to sort out the crockery and silverware. I’m sure they won’t mind carrying the folding table across hill and dale. That sort of thing.

Nothing too fancy.

On a vacation what you would require in any place that you sleep?
Just the simple things, I’m a man of simple tastes.

Four-poster bed with curtains. Whirlpool bathing tub. Gift baskets containing hand-crafted chocolate, delivered daily. Twenty four hour silver service. Exclusive access to the penthouse lift. That sort of thing.

Nothing too fancy.

If you were to buy a new house/apartment what are the top three items on your wish list?
Just the simple things, I’m a man of simple tastes.

Hilltop setting with infinity pool. Separate luxury accommodations for the servants – got to keep them happy! Massive garage filled with classic cars, monitored 24/7 from the on-site security office. That sort of thing.

Nothing too fancy.