Our baby is five months old today. Happy birthday, baby. Whenever I mention something she's done (woken up every half hour through the night, for example), Mrs Nunn will delight in saying something like, "Well, that's because she's a Virgo." No. It's not because she's a Virgo. It's because she's a sodding baby.
Anyway - for a joke (I hope) Mrs Nunn bought me a mug for Christmas with typical characteristics of Librans (my star sign) emblazoned on the side.
It brought to mind an experiment Derren Brown did a few years ago where he told participants he was giving them a personalised horoscope, wrote the same old guff for all twenty of them, and all twenty of them couldn't believe how accurate it was. It's quite easy generally to make sweeping statements that most of the population can relate to. From memory, it was stuff like, "you'd like to write a novel", "you put a brave face on things, but feel things more deeply than you let on" and similar gobshite. Stuff most of us believe about ourselves on some level.
Bearing this in mind, and how easy it should be to appeal to the general populous, the Libran mug Mrs Nunn purchased for me somehow manages to capture the absolute opposite of my character. Which is quite a feat.
According to the mug I am:
- Charming (am I bollocks)
- Diplomatic (the very evidence of this blog suggests otherwise)
- Intelligent (which I just typed "ubyelligent" because I had fingers over the wrong keys)
- Thoughtful (uhuh)
- Sociable (my ideal evening is being in the bath with a book, not having to talk to anyone at all ever)
- Sentimental (nope)
- Flirty (fuck off)
- Optimistic (I'd like to be, but I don't think it would work out)
So, good work, mug company. Or horoscope company. Or more likely, some overworked temp called Lizzie typing out one load of shit after another.
A bit like me. Perhaps she's a Libran too.