8 Randoms that I lost last night

Following in the footsteps of Aubrey, Gamba, Emm and MaryJaen I type my 8 again because I'm too busy but probably won't want to do much work until I'm panicking.

1.  My first trip in an ambulance was after I'd been hit by a black cab which hadn't indicated its intention to turn into the road and so I started crossing it.  It hit me, sped up (I was on the bonnet), braked suddenly (I fell into the road) and then all of its passengers jumped out to help me.  The ambulance took me to hospital and they put a neck brace on me and told me not to move.  I was in agony, mainly because I wanted to do a pee and I couldn't get up.  My work sent round the member of staff I liked least at the time to keep me company.  Triple torture.  The police prosecuted the driver and when we went to court the driver's barrister accused me of making a complaint only because I'd been hit by a cabbie.  All my friends said I should claim compensation, but I just wanted to forget everything and I sort of felt sorry for the cabbie.

2.  I tried a brown chicken stew from a West Indian restaurant last night.  I won't be having it again - the chicken was mainly gristle and bone, the rice and peas had a grainy texture and the flavour just seemed to be a heavy dose of curry powder.  I hardly ate any of it so I drank red wine and ate peanuts instead.

3.  When we were younger, my brother and I made up a Dalek song that went, "Exterminate a-ha, a-ha.  Exterminate I like to boogie."

4.  If I could change one thing about my body it would be never having to wax/pluck/or shave unwanted hair ever again.  Weightloss I reckon I could do single-handed.

5.  The first time I hitch-hiked was from London to Manchester with a friend.  We set off on a whim after being in the pub on a Friday night and got a lift from Fulham to Waterloo in a car with 3 merry lads, went from Waterloo to the Watford Gap with a couple of blokes who were border-line dodgy, then got a lift in the cab of a lorry from the Watford Gap to Manchester airport.  From there we got a cab to my friend's halls of residence.  The way home, after having no sleep all weekend is a bit hazy - I remember waiting at a service station for ages in the middle of the night and then got a lift from a couple of guys in a van who gave us hot, sweet tea and sandwiches and let us sleep all the way to Earls Court.  The trip started a short career as a hitch hiker to see my friends at Uni around the country.  I was in self-destruct mode at the time and each time I arrived safely it was like being told I was meant to be alive.  Yeah, yeah - very mellow dramatic.

6.  My spiritual home is the Yorkshire Dales.  It is where my mother is from and where my father grew up.  Whenever I go back there I feel as though I could just burst with pride at the beauty of the countryside.  When I was little my mother told me that you need never ask anyone if they're from Yorkshire - if they are, they'll tell you within 10 minutes of speaking to them and if they're not then ...

7. Every afternoon, after Captain Pugwash had finished on the television, my brother and I would go into the garden, I would climb up the lilac tree and get a couple of twigs, we'd strip the bark and eat the white bit in the middle.  We called this delicacy Captain Polio.

8.  My dream home would have 4 bedrooms, a kitchen, dining room, study, sitting room, couple of bathrooms, high ceilings, big garden and a cleaner.

Actually, this isn't exactly what I wrote last night - I couldn't remember them all so I changed them.