Tag time

I have been tagged, apparently. Not once, but twice: first, by Miss Lucy Fishwife (a most unfortunate name) and next by Mr Gadjo Dildo. Having prevaricated long enough, I have today decided to 'take the plunge' as it were. It's either that or tell you the Virger's All Saints Day joke. So here goes. I am required, under the terms of this game, to reveal six random facts about myself. Here they are:

1. It involves sustained use of the diaphragm, with which the girl regularly struggles;
2. Mr Anthony Wedgwood Benn, and his son Hillary Wedgwood Benn;
3. Approximately six and a quarter inches (in my stocking-ed feet, that is);
4. Mind your own bloody business;
5. The Head Virger's ferret, allegedly;
6. Never, not even on a Sunday!

There. Having thus disharged my duty, I reluctantly suggest the following people pick up the baton: Mr Bones, Mr Fogey, Miss Laureate, Mr Saw, Brother Tobias, and Sir Monocle.