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What’s Your Name and Where Do You Come From?

Straight up, I’m a nosy bugger. Actually, I’m not nosy, I’m inquisitive, and that’s healthy (which is EXACTLY what I used to say when I was young and was called nosy, lol). In all seriousness though, I find people fascinating creatures; no two stories or experiences are the same, everyone’s perspective is different even if only slightly.

Discovering how we are who we are and why we do what we do is an unlimitless source of fodder for my curiosity. Do you think you are an interesting person with a unique story to tell? You are! And I want to know it, so will you share?

Come on, tell me: what’s your name and where do you come from and indulge my nosiness and imagination by sharing 7 things about yourself that others might not know about you.

If you are feeling shy, I’ll go first :

Hi, my name is Lissa and I’m from Falkirk! Woo hoo!

1. I used to play the violin…badly! I only took it up as the music teacher at my primary said that kids were joining some fancy pants orchestra and were travelling through Europe – how cool does that sound to 11 year old ears? (Actually it sounds really cool to 41 year old ears, but hey). My violin teacher was weird, I didn’t like him and now each time I watch Grease 2 (some say its a terrible film, but I say boo to that, its better than Grease! Where else do you get songs about reproduction and  the cool guys (despite not one of them being attractive) all smoke and ride motorbikes?), Mr Spears (the teacher that had the nervous breakdown) reminds me of him…..not good! I lasted one term of tuition before I left the violin in the music room with a note sellotaped to the case telling him I quit.

2. In 2002, I did a tandem 10,000ft parachute jump for charity. Loved the jump out the plane and the free fall, but could not wait to get my feet back on the ground and unharnessed from my instructor; his behaviour in the plane, under the guise of keeping me calm, was very much in the #metoo category. It did not keep me calm, just thoroughly pissed me off but kinda couldn’t do anything being as I was attached to him and about to jump 10,000ft. Total dirty bastard. I was about to launch myself out a plane as I had volunteered to do, I was pretty calm initially, but very excited about the experience and needed no interference, although it was clear he was more excited than me.

3. I have an irrational loathing for letters that are addressed/signed off incorrectly. When I say irrational, it actually makes angry. When I picked my subjects at school for my Highers, I was advised to take Secretarial Studies because “it is a really useful skill set to have and something you can always fall back on”.  I can honestly say hand on heart I would be an awful secretary, (pretty much because I am disoragnised and suck at paper work) however I came away with a B, and a major pet peeve which was something I had to work with, particularly over the 10 years I was employed in an HR office when staff members sent letters that did not meet my standards. The irk was real.

4. I am obsessed with homes, interiors and how other people live (it’s that inquisitive thing again). My ultimate dream home is either a canal narrowboat or a proper old school gypsy vardo (complete with outdoor tripod cooking pot) out in the wilderness. My fantasy of living my gypsy bohemian dream on a narrow boat or in a vardo, I think, stems from my need for independence and desire to travel when I was younger. I never did travel other than package holidays to the Med (always had a ‘secure’ job then a mortgage at a young age). I went to university close to home, where it never crossed my mind that I wouldn’t leave home to move into halls. As it happened I “wasn’t allowed to move out” and then it was too late to pick a uni outwith a reasonable commuting distance. I dropped out of university as hated course and didn’t know what I wanted to do so got a stop gap job in an insurance call centre. I was desperate to leave my comfortable family home to strike out on my own, so I got better jobs with good salaries, jobs bigger than my maturity level/capability, but allowed me to be financially independent and achieve my long yearned for flat.  Of course, not going to halls or living in student digs meant that I did all my daft-living-on-my-own stuff once I was an adult, and as such learned a very valuable lesson in finance. There is a very good reason why I am so frugal now. Actually there are thousands of good reasons why…
Until I can convince my husband that living in boat or caravan is a good idea, I live vicariously through Pinterest and reminiscing about the gorgeous wall papers I had and how I had styled our old home (think boho paradise – I had orange paisley patterned wall paper in the living room!). We can’t decorate our current home (other than our bedroom) so my actual obsession is on a bit of a back burner for the forseeable.

5. As a teenager I always thought it would be cool to be arrested – but for something good and worthy, like at an anti nuclear protest. (I have never been arrested). Growing up I was known as the ‘sensible one’ and my sister the ‘wilder one’ – this was not strictly true in reality, but we all have our parts to play in family dynamics. I don’t think getting arrested (regardless of cause) would be deemed very sensible… but you never know, it’s never too late and Extinct Rebellion have previous with their protests to arrests ratio….

6. When we got engaged, Hubby and I considered eloping – I think there is something very romantic about that. We considered it as an option because we wanted to get married, not for the big show. But as we all know weddings are rarely just about the couple…and are really for the family – neither of us would ever have been forgiven if we had indeed eloped . . Here’s that independent streak again – desire to fuck it and just do it. But alas, the parent pleaser in me maked me a wuss, and I didn’t dare.

7. I can wiggle my ears, and flare my nostrils, cross my eyes (skills, I know!) and kinda roll my tongue, but I absolutely cannot, but really really want to be able to, raise 1 eyebrow. One of my best friends at school could do it and it was an incredible thing. She needed no words to shut someone down or deliver a killer look; one eyebrow, arched. Boom! I spent a long time practicing and failing. I really wish I could do this. Life Skill Fail!

Ok, your turn – GO!

L x


1 thought on “What’s Your Name and Where Do You Come From?

  1. Hello my name is carol and I live in Falkirk

    1 moved to London when I was 21 with my job London was like marmite you either loved it or hated it ! I loved it
    Met my first husband in london when I was 27 we moved to Greece and island called lefkas !

    2 cleaned boats in lefkas we stayed in a village called nidri I did child minding in nidri I ironed for people ( I must be weird I love ironing but in my defense I was getting paid for it!)
    3 left my husband in Greece in 2000 moved back to Scotland stayed with my mum
    4 met my 2nd husband at work (Mark’s and spencers)
    5 left my 2nd husband in 2015 moved into a flat in Falkirk
    6i write poetry short stories have written 2 poetry books been writing all my life it’s very cathartic for me
    7 I play the piano tambourine flute
    I have medals for highland dancing gold silver bronze !

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