So I told a few fibs...
The brute brute heart of a brute like you.
But Ray is not my Daddy.
(I do have a gap between my front teeth though.)
No naked photos.
Well, maybe one or two...
Really should dispose of those.
My grandmother really was called Fanny, but alas, I am not.
She wasn't psychic either, and neither am I.
That will be because it's all a load of shite and no one is.
I didn't experience any cravings whilst pregnant.
And I did not appear on University Challenge, or any other TV programme for that matter.
I have never been wise, a man, nor had a beard, even a paper one.
Though never say never - who knows whether the future will bring with it wisdom, facial hair, or a sex change?
I did sing in the choir at school, but my days of not quite managing to squeak out a Top A are long gone.
Capers? I have no problem with them.
I did Latin O Level but have forgotten most of what I learned.
I didn't think it was fun.
Funus, fune, funum.
I have never been to Macdonalds.
And I don't see any reason to start now!
And the winner is - Joni.
My spooky blog twin guessed right!
Normal service - you know, frocks and stuff - resumed tomorrow.