By my name you shall know me - 10 things begining with the letter B...
A meme from the wonderful 
hats_of_doom, because it gives me a way to update without all that tedious 'yes, yes, I'm sorry for not posting' palaver:
The Letter B
Bandannas - I'm not entirely sure quite whether this is a consequence of my occaisional pirate infatuation, a behavioral fnord of some sort implanted at an early age or simply the realisation of a teenage impulse to wear bizarre clothing or what, but I'm certainly sure that it's the most recent incarnation of my cyclical habit of wearing trademark odd items of clothing, such as fingerless gloves or the Hat. Either way, my current fad seems to be bandannas (or other applicable objects, including brightly coloured hair-thingies from the market, a Hedy, old Scout/Cub/Beaver scarves and a retired hankerchief) worn around the wrists. They're fun and summery and silly, and before anyone begins to worry, cover up nothing more sinister than a watchstra in dire need of replacement, when I'm actually wearing a watch.
Breakfasts, Hotel - Usually, at home, I don't have breakfast: it'd take too long to make, or I'm not hungry, or it's late enough that it's probably lunch, anyway. But if I lived in a hotel, I would have breakfast every day. Croissants, fruit, eggs, hash browns, toast, cereal, fruit juice, hot drinks... the choice is limitless. And also, no washing up.
Books - I love books. 'nuff said.
Bimbling - Bimbling is simply the best thing to come out of the CCF (my school's Combined Cadet Force, although, yes, technically it's actually more generically military, probably from the Royal Marines) apart from possibly that assembly with the rappelling line, the balaclavas, the smoke grenades and the kidnapping of the Headmaster's younger son. To bimble is 'to walk at a casual pace'.
Brains, usage thereof - Seems obvious, really, doesn't it? I like other people using their brains, and me using my brain, and things that cause me to do so in new and exciting ways, although preferably not as insulation material or a source of protein. (That said, I was very tempted not to include the 'usage thereof' part and simply write it as a zombie - and would have done too ,if it wasn't for my deep and enduring love for the word 'thereof'.)
Beards - As the more observant amongst my friends and acquaintances may have guessed, I have a thing about beards; namely, that I have a bizarre, irrational and somewhat narcissistic obsession with cultivating my facial growth, which is coupled with my lazy tendency of not bothering to shave to give me the occaisional appearence of having a face smeared in very odd dust. If it wasn't for the fact that such things are frowned on by The Lovely Rachel (who, by the by, has returned to LJ at
locowerewolf) (although she said she doesn't want me to not do it because she doesn't want me to, but I won't anyway, because that's the whole point ) I'd probably attempt to grow a beard over the summer. And look like a complete and utter prat in the process.
Bolognaise - Spagbol is not only meaty and tasty but also something that I can actually cook pretty much from scratch all by myself. Yum.
Boom, things that go - As solutions to things go, they all have their merits: but things that go boom are just far, far too fun. Need I say more?
Braeburn apples - In another life, when I had no braces, I would eat lots and lots and lots of apples. As in, my mother would work out how mny apples she thought I could possibly eat in a week and then double it when shopping. Nowadays I don't eat them much (although they are still a comfort food in times of stress - the sheer visceral pleasure gained from sinking your teeth into the flesh of a really good apple should not be underestimated) but I still love them. Mmmmm...
Barrels, scraping the bottom of - I needed to find ten things that I really liked and could talk about that began with a B, which is quite difficult, and as scraping the bottom of the metaphorical barrel is quite a regular past-time of mine, I figured it had to go in - especially if I factored in the wonderful episodes of Mickey B in the barrel last summer, and of course the original scene on the good ship Hispanola...
So; that's my ten. If you want a letter, feel free to ask ,and I'll give you one, and you can spread the alphabetised love. Yay!
hats_of_doom, because it gives me a way to update without all that tedious 'yes, yes, I'm sorry for not posting' palaver:
The Letter B
Bandannas - I'm not entirely sure quite whether this is a consequence of my occaisional pirate infatuation, a behavioral fnord of some sort implanted at an early age or simply the realisation of a teenage impulse to wear bizarre clothing or what, but I'm certainly sure that it's the most recent incarnation of my cyclical habit of wearing trademark odd items of clothing, such as fingerless gloves or the Hat. Either way, my current fad seems to be bandannas (or other applicable objects, including brightly coloured hair-thingies from the market, a Hedy, old Scout/Cub/Beaver scarves and a retired hankerchief) worn around the wrists. They're fun and summery and silly, and before anyone begins to worry, cover up nothing more sinister than a watchstra in dire need of replacement, when I'm actually wearing a watch.
Breakfasts, Hotel - Usually, at home, I don't have breakfast: it'd take too long to make, or I'm not hungry, or it's late enough that it's probably lunch, anyway. But if I lived in a hotel, I would have breakfast every day. Croissants, fruit, eggs, hash browns, toast, cereal, fruit juice, hot drinks... the choice is limitless. And also, no washing up.
Books - I love books. 'nuff said.
Bimbling - Bimbling is simply the best thing to come out of the CCF (my school's Combined Cadet Force, although, yes, technically it's actually more generically military, probably from the Royal Marines) apart from possibly that assembly with the rappelling line, the balaclavas, the smoke grenades and the kidnapping of the Headmaster's younger son. To bimble is 'to walk at a casual pace'.
Brains, usage thereof - Seems obvious, really, doesn't it? I like other people using their brains, and me using my brain, and things that cause me to do so in new and exciting ways, although preferably not as insulation material or a source of protein. (That said, I was very tempted not to include the 'usage thereof' part and simply write it as a zombie - and would have done too ,if it wasn't for my deep and enduring love for the word 'thereof'.)
Beards - As the more observant amongst my friends and acquaintances may have guessed, I have a thing about beards; namely, that I have a bizarre, irrational and somewhat narcissistic obsession with cultivating my facial growth, which is coupled with my lazy tendency of not bothering to shave to give me the occaisional appearence of having a face smeared in very odd dust. If it wasn't for the fact that such things are frowned on by The Lovely Rachel (who, by the by, has returned to LJ at
locowerewolf) (although she said she doesn't want me to not do it because she doesn't want me to, but I won't anyway, because that's the whole point ) I'd probably attempt to grow a beard over the summer. And look like a complete and utter prat in the process.
Bolognaise - Spagbol is not only meaty and tasty but also something that I can actually cook pretty much from scratch all by myself. Yum.
Boom, things that go - As solutions to things go, they all have their merits: but things that go boom are just far, far too fun. Need I say more?
Braeburn apples - In another life, when I had no braces, I would eat lots and lots and lots of apples. As in, my mother would work out how mny apples she thought I could possibly eat in a week and then double it when shopping. Nowadays I don't eat them much (although they are still a comfort food in times of stress - the sheer visceral pleasure gained from sinking your teeth into the flesh of a really good apple should not be underestimated) but I still love them. Mmmmm...
Barrels, scraping the bottom of - I needed to find ten things that I really liked and could talk about that began with a B, which is quite difficult, and as scraping the bottom of the metaphorical barrel is quite a regular past-time of mine, I figured it had to go in - especially if I factored in the wonderful episodes of Mickey B in the barrel last summer, and of course the original scene on the good ship Hispanola...
So; that's my ten. If you want a letter, feel free to ask ,and I'll give you one, and you can spread the alphabetised love. Yay!