I figure if you’ve been following these past three years, you’ll have a couple of good insights into me — so I thought I’d add to the knowledge and wrap up the year with a list of my 10 most influential forces for 2011 à la the (Sydney) magazine.
Ten: After 25 years I’m still singing Kylie tunes. So uncool was she at the beginning I used to play my Enjoy Yourself tape under the bed on the lowest volume.
Nine: The world of mascarpone. If I could use it as a face cream I would.
Eight: Discovering that catching a bus is not exercise. I discovered the post-35 spread since moving to the Meyer Mansion.
Seven: Markus Zusak and David Nicholls wrote their ways into my mind and when I finished crying, left me staring at the wall in awe.
Six: Bulk buying. Since I believe I am a long lost descendant of Rome, I look at lemon trees and see curd, I look at the ground and see tomatoes,I look at wholesalers and buy 3 kg bags of nuts. Why? I still have no idea.
Five: Nigella. I know. She makes me smile. Four: The three Mrs Meyers. Like any son, we are attached to our mothers. I am also very attached to my Nana. I have flowers in my garden just to follow her. The boys idolise their mother Dawn too, so she influences me.
Three: The fellowship. Sue, George and Rosanna. The stitch-work quilt your nana once made, in human form.
Two: Him. He is a few people mixed into one sentiment. You know who you are. And I love you.
One: The mini men. Two people couldn’t push and pull me more. I feel raw with them and they make me feel every second of sunshine and moonlight. When I have nothing left to give, they help me find more.