Well, I got a huge response to my “ask me a question” post … a whopping two people replied.
So, onto the answers.
“I want to ask you how is the best way to talk to men as I am fed up of being single and I want to know how to talk to them!”
What can I say, Katie? The best thing to do is to be yourself and relax. The chances are that if you’re nervous when talking to a man, he’ll be nervous too. If you especially want to make an impression then don’t try and put on an act - it’ll only fall through at a later date. Be yourself, listen to what they’re saying, talk about things you may have in common and, most importantly, relax.
Here endeth the lesson.
Deborah (a.k.a. The Goldfish) asked:
If you had to go to dinner with three famous people - this is dinner mind, so you’ve got to have a conversation - who would you chose? They can be alive or dead, from any period of history, any area of the Arts or Science or Politics, but I must insist that at least one has to be a woman.
Ooh, good question. The first person would definitely have to be Eddie Izzard - he’s such a funny bloke and really nice, too.
The second person would be Michael Palin - I’ve just always wanted to shake his hand and get to know him … not entirely sure why!
And my token female would probably be Jennifer Love Hewitt - what can I say? She’s a fox!
Sorry if those are crap choices, but I’d prefer an amusing conversation than a deep, meaningful and philosophical one.
Deborah also asked:
What is the best thing about having Muscular Dystrophy? It might be something you’ve learnt or something that your circumstances have enabled you to do or someone you met as a direct result etc. Anything. The very best thing.
The best thing? Umm … erm … that’s a tough one.
*five minute pause to think*
The best thing about having muscular dystrophy is probably learning to be humble and losing the chip I had on my shoulder between the ages 11 to 17. I firmly believe that if I was able bodied then I’d probably be an insufferable asshole - some people might say that I am an insufferable asshole, but if I am then I’m not as much of one as I would be were I not a crip. Does that make sense?