Oh dear. I seem to have caught a blog virus. Anna Kushnir ‘tagged’ me, so I have to tell you my inner secrets. So, for the benefit of identity thieves everywhere, here’s my life:
- jobs you’ve had*
1. Taste tester for BirdsEye microwave meals
2. Fish X-ray operator (yes, seriously)
3. Writer (under pseudonym) of silly stocking-filler book.
4. Review journal editor for Elsevier
- movies you could watch over and over*
1. Groundhog day (oh, the irony)
2. Back to the Future
3. Airplane!
4. Life of Brian
- places you’ve lived*
1. Grimsby
2. York
3. Surrey
4. London
- TV shows you love to watch*
1. Family Guy
2. Sopranos (only up to the end of Season 3)
3. Six Feet Under (only up to the end of Season 2)
4. Spooks (only up to the end of Season 2).
- places you’ve been on holiday*
1. Cape Cod
2. San Torini
3. Tobago
4. Droitwich.
- websites you visit every day*
1. Londonist
2. Diamond Geezer
3. FirdayCities
4. Going Underground
- of your favourite foods*
1. Roast parsnips
2. Those chocolate ball things with a picture of Mozart’s face on them
3. Miso soup
4. Is beer a food?
- places you’d rather be*
1. International Space Station
2. The pub. It’s Friday night and I’m still blogging
3. Poking around in some little known part of London
4. Inside the Tardis, so I can be anywhere and anywhen I want
Beer is so a food. Out of curiosity, why do fish need X-rays?
It was a food processing plant. Pulped fish arrives in cubic-metre blocks and has to be X-rayed for bits of metal, fishermens’ fingers, etc. I never found anything untoward, though.
My husband, who has recently joined the Nature Network in order to express his views on the cat-versus-dog debate, writes software for X-ray machines used to analyse food. These are used a lot! Interestingly, they can be used to determine whether the product meets the spec (e.g. that each slot in a chocolate box contains a chocolate; that a loaf of bread is the correct volume) as well as for finding contaminents.
Oh bugger. I’ve been Humphrey’d (not that I didn’t secretly desire for such a thing to happen, monster of vanity and arrogance that I am.)