Me me me

Well, a rich gypsy appears to have tagged me with a ‘meme‘ (note use of cool blogspeak, have become trendy blogging-type person), which appears to mean that I am forced to answer lots of questions of a deeply personal nature. Being a shy retiring little flower, I do so hate talking about myself (says the woman who positively enjoys job interviews – Ed,) but hey…

What were the three things you wanted to be growing up?

When I was very young I wanted to be in Pan’s People because they got to wear nice frocks, danced a lot and had lovely hair.

At secondary school I remember telling everyone that I was going to be a) a journalist and b) a millionaire, until I worked out that journalists had deadlines and a) was pretty much incompatible with b).

Thereafter I variously decided that I was going to be an air traffic controller (at the risk of offending the many thousands of air traffic controllers who are no doubt avidly perusing this blog, I’m not sure what I was thinking of at this point), an interpreter and a diplomat. I gave up on that idea when I realised that one had little say about where one was sent (so it was unlikely that I’d be sent immediately to a glamorous little embassy in Paris or Rome) and also that I am the most undiplomatic person on the planet.

So there was nothing for it but to become an investment banker, which I did for eight years, before realising that I absolutely loathed it.

I’d still like to be a millionaire though.

[I think I will answer the next questions as part of an occasional series, before I manage to bore all three of my readers to death]

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  1. says

    Ooooh yes … me for millionaire too!
    Hey, you wanted to be a Diplomat in Paris too? Shame it didn’t come off for both of us … the UK and AUS Diplomats (that would be you and me) could have hobnobbed elegantly together.
    Really, I’m not FORCING you to do the meme … only if you want to!

  2. says

    I suspect as junior diplomats we would have been more likely to be found scouring chi-chi lifestyle boutiques in Outer Mongolia – which is sort of why I gave up the idea…
    (Very happy to do the meme – I just don’t want to scare off my reader.)

  3. says

    Oh goodness, you’re the second old friend who’s remarked about the blog today. Which is somehow much more embarrassing than the thought of total strangers reading it.

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