An Award...

Tony, blogger of the blog called ßench awarded me the Honest Scrap Award, in a comment on the previous post, in order to qualify, I had to comply with certain rules.
“The Honest Scrap” award is not one to hold all to your self but it must be shared!
2. First, the recipient has to tell 10 true things about themselves in their blog that no one else knows.
3. Second, the recipient has to pass along this prestigious award to 10 more bloggers.
4. Third, those 10 bloggers all have to be notified they have been given with this award.
5. Those 10 bloggers that receive this award should link back to the blog that awarded them “The Honest Scrap’ award.

As a result of reading these I find I can not accept as I have something of an aversion to memes, and the propagation thereof.
As I'm therefore not really eligible, as I'm not passing it on, I won't seize and display the graphic, but thanks, Tony, for the thought.
Here's another link to Tony's Blog, and I'll bet he's the only Zimnoch you ever clicked a link to.

I tried to do the ten things, and left this as a comment over there.

"I'm immensely touched" he said, knowing that in Yorkshire, at least, 'touched' is a dual edged sword, meaning both emotionally moved, and just plain daft.
In my case, both are apposite.

I'm a bit allergic to memes and awards, I associate them a bit with "if you don't pass this on to at least fifty friends in two days your goldfish will die and your toenails will fall off".

That really happened, by the way, or it would have, if at the age of ten I'd had a goldfish, and were it not for the fact that as a result of reading lots of pirate stories, I made sure my daily intake of limes was sufficient to ward off scurvy.

I'll try the ten things here though.
Ooh. That's difficult...
1:At the age of about seven, I did what I'd always been taught never to do, and crossed the road behind a bus. Without properly looking. The resulting thump from a Ford Consul, a drophead with the hood down, in a nauseous two-tone paint job of salmon pink and cream... threw me some considerable distance. The concerned driver thought I was dead, as the breath had been so thoroughly knocked out of me that I went somewhat blue, contrasting nicely, I imagine, with his nasty car.
Said man rushed me and my mother (it was a small village, everybody knew everybody else) to Leeds infirmary, where i was found to have several broken ribs and impressive bruising, but no lasting damage.
I never admitted that it was all my fault.
2: Along with a teenage friend, I became adept at manufacturing home-made explosives.
I never owned up to the incident which exploded Mr Whatmough's marrow, and divested his greenhouse of glass. After that, well, no, after we split a tree in Roundhay Park with a big bang, we decided to retire from the arms race, whilst we still had all our limbs.
3: At college, I submitted an essay on 'The treatment of Reflections in Renaissance Art', or some such title, which subject I'd chosen, as I already had the essay my sister had written as part of her degree course. Maybe she stole it too, plagiarism was alive and well long before the internet. I got an A.
4: I can swim upside down, as in face-up, underwater.
5: I have a piece of tugtupite that I found in a scree-slope in Greenland. I have only ever met one other person who had heard of tugtupite.
6: I can bore at length on the subject of the search for the method of making porcelain, and the first successful european to make it (Bottger the Alchemist).
7: I have a head full of useless information, not usually accessible at the time when it might be useful.
8: I learned the basics of drawing, as a child, on scrap paper which was the backs of top-secret blueprints. Had I but known it at age six, I could have sold the details of the wing-root structure of the Lightning interceptor to the Kremlin, and been a sherbet-fountain and licorice bootlace millionaire.
9:When I left school, I signed on the dole... Signing a declaration that I was actively seeking work. The same day, dammit, the Department of Stealth and Total Obscurity called my bluff, and invited me for a job interview, making me an offer I could not refuse, so I became a reluctant uncivil servant.
10: Phew, almost there.....
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Sometimes I just go blank."

This stuff is deceptively difficult. Ten things that nobody else knows.... Oh no. I refuse to blow my cover and tell you of the real truth that I'm an alien from planet Zog.