100 things (61 - 70)

61. I love local radio, which plays host to a delightful selection of crazy people with crazier opinions who love nothing more than to voice them on air, often between the hours of midnight and four am. We are lucky enough to be able to pick up Radio Cambridgeshire and 3 Counties Radio at our house, so not only can we enjoy the dulcet tones of Jeremy Sallis, but we can also tune in to Ern and Vern for some late night single entendre action. I rarely listen to any other live radio and cannot understand how people don't actually know about local BBC services, let alone enjoy them in all their glory! 62. I could eat crisps until my arteries clog and I keel over, but I don't out of concern for my health. Technically I am limited to one packet a day, although sometimes this extends to one really large packet, which is offset by the days where I don't eat any. I generally prefer savoury snacks to sweet, and my tolerance for crisps is far greater than my tolerance for chocolate. 63. I don't like ice-cream or cake and feel as though this in some way makes me freakish, particularly since last night I caught about 10 minutes of an episode of Friends in which Ross was actively mocked for not liking ice-cream as though it's the same as not liking air. 64. I don't have any irrational fears - all my slightly peculiar dislikes (sticky hands, poorly maintained toilets etc) are relatively well managed, and I don't have panic attacks or anything. I'm not scared of insects, in fact I actively like most kinds of bugs, I'm not great with heights but only when I feel precarious, so I can cope with most situations and can overcome most cases of vertigo with by thinking logically and forcing myself to suck it up. I like all animals, don't mind any particular form of transport, I don't exactly enjoy spending time in hospitals or going to the dentist, but I don't even really get nervous about either, and the only things I am really scared of is stuff you should be scared of like people I love suffering, so I assume that's pretty much normal and everyone has to put up with it. It's weird because a part of me would like to conquer something inside myself, but I really am not sure if any of my particular foibles would count. 65. If I could live with a pet, I would love to be a trainer for guide dog puppies. I don't think I could ever get a kitten or a puppy as the Boy Wonder and I are both more inclined towards going to an animal shelter and taking home the cat or dog which nobody else wants or that has a slightly gammy element to it. As such, I think that getting involved in guide dog puppy training would be a brilliant way to have a puppy for a period of time and then replace it with another puppy. It's not ideal - obviously I would have to consider whether I would be able to actually give a puppy up, but I do think that if I knew I was doing it for someone who needs the help a seeing eye or hearing dog could offer, I could probably manage it. 66. I love doing things on Friday nights - it feels like a bonus weekend day and I can easily forget a day at work after a couple of hours being sociable. It's really easy to lie around on a Friday night, but unfortunately it does feel a little bit too much like every other weeknight, whereas going out on Friday night makes Saturday feel like Sunday and then you have a bonus weekend day to enjoy before the horrors of work on a Monday. 67. I would like to wear dungarees, but fear the connotations as I already look butch enough without adding to the lesbian accessories. The practicalities of going to the loo are a little hairy, but I would put up with that for the fun of having a pouch to keep sweets in. I have consistently forbidden the Boy Wonder to have anything to do with dungarees, so it's wildly hypocritical to even lust after them myself, but I cannot pretend that I don't think about them and sometimes I'm literally wearing them in my dreams... 68. I am intolerant of PMS/PMT which makes me a little uncomfortable. On the one hand, I refuse to see it as an acceptable excuse for rudeness and poor behaviour, but having never suffered from it myself, I wonder whether I am a little harsh on those who do. However, I have suffered many other symptoms of PMS and have felt irritable and ratty, but never used it as an excuse for being unreasonable. I am frequently unreasonable for no reason which I am quite happy with, but I don't see how your personality can be completely altered once a month without there being any inner moment of thinking 'I seem to be taking this a little seriously/I think I am overreacting/maybe this is not worth the bother'. But then I can't really be bothered with rows generally, so maybe this is more to do with that than PMS. 69. Is the funniest number, and if I haven't grown out of finding it amusing by now then I doubt I will. 70. I am learning geography. When I was at school we did environmental geography which was pretty interesting, but really only taught me about rocks breaking and oxbow lakes, whereas I would actually like to learn a bit about where stuff is in the world. Last week I got a TV quiz question about oceans right based on actual knowledge rather than wild guesswork, which was a treat, and I put this down to the fact that I bought the Boy Wonder a map of the world which now lives in our bedroom and helpfully transmits knowledge to my brain through sheer power of its presence in the room.