I started the morning off with No Diggity which is fine on my 2 minute
walk bounce to the station, but once on the tube (it’s a long song), my head starts bopping and I must look so ridiculous. At least it wasn’t Vogue – last time I listened to that in public I had to suppress the urge to strike the pose. Though I must say, I was walking down Oxford Street at 6pm, so it wouldn’t have been so bad – Most people look like they are carrying out interpretive dance when manoeuvring clueless tourists.
So previously I’ve mentioned that I have been likened to Miranda Hart – At first I laughed it off, and then I realised that maybe there was some truth in the comments. So when I write down thoughts like the above down it’s VERY difficult to accept that I’m not as unique as I thought. It’s taken a while for me to realise who I actually am – I’m your general geek:
I own a Raspberry Pi, an extension back catalogue of game consoles and games, multiple superhero t-shirts, multiple graphic novels (ok, comic books – I was trying to be an adult) and an array of geek jewellery.
I work in IT (and enjoy it), I learn code as a hobby, I studied Biochemistry and I love Excel (previously mentioned but I have a serious addiction).
Sci-fi is my favourite genre of books & film (I watch and read most things though) and I love a good discussion regarding Harry Potter.
HOWEVER. There is one thing about all of this nerd-talk that makes me unique. I have never seen Star Wars.
Yep. Not even ironically. I’ve just never felt the need to watch it, and I’ve never been made to either. It’s a franchise of films that never caught my parents attention and so was not forced onto me (like James Bond films were), but amusingly, I still know a lot of about it for someone who ain’t bovvered. Advertising works, apparently.
One dayI will watch them, but I’m not rushing. Since Disney bought the franchise I’m expecting a sing-along film to be released (which I will definitely watch) but until then, again, I ain’t bovvered.
In other words, I’ll comply when I’m swept off of my feet by a geekman who politely informs me that unless I watch all 6 (and counting) films back to back I’ll be refused any sexual advances.
Got to have a goal to work towards…