Everyday Everybody.

Remember a little while back when I was interrogating you all and finding out the nitty gritty details of you and your life?

Well I’ve decided to make it a regular thing. I’m going to call it Everyday Everybody.

I want to get to know more about you. The ordinary things, and the not so ordinary things (what the heck is the opposite to ordinary? I’m drawing a blank here).

I’ll be interviewing people. I’ll ask 10 random questions from my little book of personal questions and you’ll have to answer them. Your interview will appear here, on my blog.

I’ll do one person every week or so. It doesn’t matter if you have a blog, don’t have a blog, want a blog, or don’t even know what a blog is (umm der, you’re reading one Einstein)…. I want to know more about you.

Just email me at fatmumslim@hotmail.com and let me know if you’re interested.

This is what it will look like:

How are your teeth?
I just went to the dentist yesterday so they couldn’t possibly be more perfect.

Who’s the coolest person you know?
Oh sheesh. There are some pretty cool people out there. I’d have to say person I know who seems to pretty much have it all working for her is a girl called Zo.

What was the first CD/record you ever bought?
Remember that song… Heal the world. Make it a better place. For you and for me and the entire human race. There are people crying (or people dying?). Well that was it. It was a mini record. My sister and I could pick whatever we liked. I can guarantee she picked Madonna.

Have you ever fallen over in a bar?
I fall over all the time. Dance floors. Bars. Side walks. Grassy parks. Drunk. Not drunk. I fall down stairs really well. I once even fell over in the middle of a ballroom dancing practice, aged twelve. Dancing with a boy. Oh the shame. I’ve even fallen over in a hairdressers amid hairdryers, curlers, hairspray. So I may have fallen over in a bar. I just don’t remember it. Insignificant really.

Is there anything under your pillow?
Nothing but the bed.

Something smells terrible – what word do you use to describe it?
Far out, that smells….. wrong.

What did you beg your parents to buy for you?
I wanted everything my sister had. She had this corner desk with massive shelving. I wanted one. I got a downsized version for my birthday one year after much sooking and sighing. I rarely used it, and didn’t my sister let me know about it. It did hold all my painted plasters though. (My sister can tell you a good story about those, but that’s for another day).

What newspaper do you read?
I only really have time for the Sunday Telegraph and Sun Herald at the moment.

Are you a morning or night person?
Morning. Absolutely.

What are your neighbours like?
I have so many different neighbours. Some noisy. Some not. I pretty much just like the ones who are not so noisy. I’m that kinda neighbour.

It’s that easy. There is no pain involved. Go on jump in. Email me and I’ll start the interrogation. xx