Never Have I Ever
1. Eaten Kentucky Fried Chicken
My sister thinks this a Big Deal and it’s one of the first things she likes to tell people when introducing me. I don’t know if they’re as amazed as she thinks they should be but it’s good to have something for the resume.
I’m mostly vegan now but even back in the day I had little faith in the Colonel’s secret recipe.
2. Sung karaoke
Nobody will let me.
Which is a shame because I think this is my only option left of being discovered. (Gotta tell ya, #elderlymodelavailableforsnacks is not that lucrative.)
Although my pitch, harmony and actual, factual talent is not top, top tier, as I understand it the words play on a screen which is a huge plus. My memory for lyrics is also a tad lacking. (A teacher once asked who was making ‘that dreadful droning noise’ and I didn’t even realise it was me till my envious classmates all pointed my way. I had to stand at the front of the room and hum the song. Of course I managed to add a little toe shuffle in to jazz it up and was sent home with a note suggesting I either front up for lessons or zip it.)
I have put Sing Star on my Christmas list for eleven consecutive years.
I know, the thought of wasted time grieves me too.
3. Had a baby named after me
This one hurts.
I mean how many times can you put it out there? Jane. Jaaaaaane. Ja’ne. It’s perfect in any accent, for any child coming into the world.
I’ve had a racehorse named after me once. Not the racing name but still… She died after six months.
Let me at least say this; as someone whose body runs on kale, minuscule amounts of sauerkraut, yoga and whose soul is probably clean as a whistle also (although I’m not signing anything), some of you people need to rethink your parenting ideas. There could not be a better example as a namesake or potential Grammy winner.
It’s finger, lickin’ good.
Anything you’ve never, ever done?
With child? Picked a name yet?
Photo by Jason Rosewell
© The Yoga Connection 2017
I remember the last time I ate Kentucky Fry – the year was 1986. I was living in Melbourne at the time. It was at the KF in Balaclava Rd, Balaclava. It was a sunny day and I was just hanging out with a friend named Natasha. I even remember that I had the mash with gravy and the coleslaw but I don’t remember which Chicken I had. It makes me shudder to even think I once ate that chicken imitator covered in all of that poison and deep fried in probably slightly rancid fat. Uuuugh!
So impressed with your memory! Amazing how food and smells evoke those details… Even though I hated meat, even back then, for some reason I always thought the potato and gravy looked delicious. If you haven’t eaten it since 1986 then I’d say you’re over it! xx