Share Your World is brought to us this week in association with Harold Pop-up & the Goblin of Farce. At least that’s what I think he said.
True to form, the moon is rising’s expert on things literary fantastical, Sir Humphrey Twilight-Zone, is on the case…
Many local regions, especially rural areas where I live, have haunted houses. Have you ever spent the night in a house that was supposedly haunted? Anything ‘strange” happen?
Whenever I go on one of my longer walks which might take me to a village, I make a point of visiting its pub (if it has one) and its church. I’m not a religious person but there’s always something about an empty church which makes me believe it’s not empty. It might be an experience to spend a night alone in one.
When we first moved to the country, we bought an old stone cottage. It could have been anything from 150 to 300 years old; no one knew. Our youngest daughter had the bedroom at the top of the stairs. One night she woke up and saw a figure standing at the bottom of the stairs, dressed in black and wearing a top hat. Was it a dream? Again, who knows?
The Quidditch Cup (riding broomsticks while chasing a small ball) was a huge sporting event in the land of Hogwarts. What is the largest sporting event (or concert, etc.) that you have ever attended?
I don’t really do spectator sports. The first time I went to a big music festival was Reading Festival. I was in my early 20s, went with an old mate from schooldays, and camped in a two-man tent over the weekend. I’ve not been to Glastonbury. Looking at the news reports, I wouldn’t want to. It’s a lot of money to see an act which from that distance is probably smaller than you’d see on a TV screen.
When you go for a swim, do you prefer an ocean, the seaside lakes, or a pool?
Always a pool. I’m very risk averse. I only have one body, one life.
Ron Weasley received a horrid robe to wear as formalwear to the Christmas dance at Hogwarts. Tell about the most ‘ghastly’ fashion statement that you have ever made.
I grew up in the 70s, had long hair and loon pants. I asked my Mum to sew me a kaftan. She was a trained machinist. It turned out exceptionally well but it wasn’t something I look back on with a sense of pride. I remember I also wore it with a wooden cross I made and strung with tiny plastic coloured beads.
What on Earth were we like? Still, it cured me of fashion following for the rest of my life.