I have been tagged by the weirdos: people want to know five things about me that are weird. This is not so easy as it sounds as I am inordinately not weird:

• One. I wear shorts all year round. I drove yesterday down the 401 in MEC walking shorts. No one else at the truck stops was wearing shorts. I think this makes me weird in their eyes. I think of it as merely wearing a bifurcated kilt.
• Two. I am inordinately lucky. I was abducted in a foreign country at three and mysteriously returned later by a ten year old boy who ran away before anyone thought to ask him who he was. I was deep in the Kings Cross tube station when it was just starting to burn. I missed being blown up in Paris by an early phase of islamo-fascist terrorists by the fortunate stroke of a friend needing to stop for smokes. A husky bit my face and missed taking one of either my nose or an eye by millimetres but left subtle but very cool scars.
• Three. I often think most disagreements could be settled by an hour of adult unorganized play and am certain that most workplaces need to introduce morning and afternoon recess.
• Four. I do not bleed like others. I was cut to the bone near my wrist and had to show the nurse the bone to convince her I needed stitches. When I was stitched my skin bent all the needles except the heaviest gauge.
• Five. I used to wear a particular tartan tie to court when attending before a particular Chief Justice of a particular province just to see if he got the message.

PS: the Flea is right - "meme" is a bad word for these things. But if you spell and pronounce it a "me-me" it works.