Wotcher, Baron here, bit half cut but that’s what happens when the fecking beer festival has Buffys 9X on special! (9% bitter, mmm churlish not to!) Anyway I thought I might manage to escape the current blog craze but nay, I was got by a lurking Moog! I suspect many of you have been got already or are lying low hoping you may escape without being so. 3 of you however will shortly be disappointed! The setup is, you get got by someone else, you take this template below and answer 5 of the stems then pass it on to 3 other blog people that you know and yaa da yaa da yaa da you know the drill you’ve forwarded those chain emails round don’t try to deny it!

If I could be a scientist…
If I could be a farmer…
If I could be a musician…
If I could be a doctor…
If I could be a painter…
If I could be a gardener…
If I could be a missionary…
If I could be a chef…
If I could be an architect…
If I could be a linguist…
If I could be a psychologist…
If I could be a librarian…
If I could be an athlete…
If I could be a lawyer…
If I could be an inn-keeper…
If I could be a professor…
If I could be a writer…
If I could be a llama-rider…
If I could be a bonnie pirate…
If I could be an astronaut…
If I could be a world famous blogger…
If I could be a justice on any one court in the world…
If I could be married to any current famous political figure…

So Moog’s answers were:

if if could be an innkeeper i would drink all the rum….
if i could be a bonnie pirate i would drink all the rum and say “arrrr”
if i could be a chef i would drink while cooking with rum.
if i could be a librarian i would drink quietly.
if i could be a writer, i would drink all the rum, and be praised for my visonary (drunken) writings…

I sense a recurring theme there somewhere but haven’t quite pinpointed it. By the way Moog dear – I have bottle of Havana Club, fancy making a night of it after Twickers?

And here are mine:

If I could be a linguist I could talk shite to anyone, anywhere, anytime!
If I could be a bonnie pirate I could finally get my left ear pierced and grow my facial hair again, mmm crimson slacks and a sash – marvellous where’s my cutlass?!
If I could be a justice on any one court in the world I’d be a US Supreme Court judge and boy would I have a field day, bring it on!
If I could be married to any current famous political figure I’d keep Condoleeza Rice in the fecking kitchen, she wants to play tough conservative, where’s my dinner bitch, have you ironed my shirts?!
If I could be a writer then I really would be a very happy bunny.

And the lucky lucky 3 are: Naturally one has to put family first and therefore my adorable Twin does not escape. Secondly since the munificent Rosie Chick has been quiet of late perhaps this may spur her on. Finally my good friend the Charles Bukowski of Blog-City the splendidly acerbic Dr Mandrake.

Song Of The Day ~ >Dido – Who Makes You Feel?

Original Comments:


Rina made this comment,
That first one about being a linguist … how odd, isn’t that quite like you are? I kid, I kid.
Moog is flippin’ funny! As are you. Drunk Baron.

comment added :: 1st May 2005, 10:22 GMT+01
A visitor made this comment,
nooooooooooooo!!!!
how could you?!

sarah [sarah.a@gmail.com]

comment added :: 2nd May 2005, 10:01 GMT+01
protagonist made this comment,
if i were a linguist,i could talk all british like you.
good to hear you’re drinking – what is it that homer simpson says – “to alcohol – the cause of, and solution to, all of life’s problems.”

you better hope Condie can actually cook. i think she just chugs bush jizz.

mandrake

comment added :: 2nd May 2005, 14:52 GMT+01
moog made this comment,
hey baron!!! we must make a night of it at twickers!!!
it will be sooo cool!!!! and its not long now!! 🙂
i have a good bottle of metaxa…and ill share it with you. 🙂
comment added :: 3rd May 2005, 23:39 GMT+01

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