On bold faced confessions

Well, well... We had some interesting guesses yesterday. Perhaps I am better at lying than I thought. Or perhaps I am just very tricksy. The task was to create six truths and one lie, or six lies and one truth. I actually chose to come up with a bunch of half-truths, a few complete falsehoods and one I cannot talk my way out of, even if I once tried.... If you didn't read the original post, all my lies can be found here. Let's sum up:


The truth behind the lies:

1) While I have had many of those jobs at one point or other, I have - as Patricia guessed - never written obituaries. In fact, I have never been paid for anything I’ve written. And I suppose it’s a stretch to say I’ve been a maid as well, even if I felt like I was doing a lot of cleaning when I lived with my parents (I didn’t really).

2) I did once cut a class to go see the Crown Prince (he was opening a museum in my home town, which is something of an event I can assure you) as many of you guessed. However, this was definitely not the only time I “played hooky”. Though most of the occasions when I didn’t feel like going to school I pretended to be sick, and then I felt so guilty I actually got sick. Most of the time...

3) My bike-o-phobia is completely false (no, Leigh, I guess I'm not your daughter's twin after all). I learnt to ride a bike as a kid (not sure of the exact age, but maybe seven-ish?). It isn’t entirely far-fetched that I’m not overly comfortable on a bike, though. I especially don’t like riding bikes in cities (so it’s out of the question here in Oslo).


4) I wish I had travelled that much! Actually, the only continents I have visited are Europe and North America. I have been to Asia, but as Japan technically isn’t part of the continent… Okay, maybe that counts. I still have a lot of travelling to do, though. And the story about Egypt is true. Stupid war! I really want to go to Africa (and not just because of the giraffes).

6) The story about me applying for a show theatre doesn't have a grain of truth in it. The mere thought of myself in that setting is completely ridiculous. However, something similar happened to my sister (and she was brave enough to go to the audition… Man, I wish I had photographic evidence!)

7) The funny thing is that this is true – almost. I once was asked to leave the Opera House, but I didn't get a fine - I only got a warning. The “public drinking” consisted of opening one can of beer, and I should specify that this took place on the roof of the Opera House (hm... That doesn't make it sound any better... It might help if I add that the glacier looking architechture of the Opera has made it a popular hang-out where you can walk freely all over it - including on the roof). It actually is illegal to drink in public in Norway, except in establishments that have a license (so it’s legal to drink in a restaurant, but not on the pavement outside the restaurant). This rule is not often enforced, though, otherwise the cops would have a blast in any given park every sunny day all summer. The Opera House, though – don’t try it…


As for the truth (5) – what can I say? I was a goodie two-shoe, and I couldn’t bear the thought of one poorly crafted wooden box to blemish my perfect report card…



For those of you who have a few moments to spare today I also have a post up at the Burrow Blog. While you're there I also highly recommend checking out this week's drabble challenge. I'm very eager to see what you all can come up with to match the excellent picture Tara picked out for us :)