Four things that people call me:
Madam. (And yes, that last one burns, but I live in a very polite culture, if not quite Canadianly polite, and at least nobody's calling me 'oy, you, yes you, you old bat.')
Four jobs I've had:
Dog poop cleaner extraodinaire (best job ever - running around after all the doggies.)
Four movies I've watched more than once:
Cyrano de Bergerac
Solaris (the original version - still not seen the American remake, but watched the original obsessively, telling my Dad it was because it helped me with my studies, not that I was in love with ... well, everything in it. Eta moya drooog!!!!!!)
It's a Wonderful Life
(Loads of other ones as well. I love me the movies.)
Four books I'd rec:
Wizard of Earthsea (okay, the entire quartet, but I'm counting it as one.)
A Tale of Two Cities (I had to choose one of Dickens, and it was this or... maybe ten others. This is the one I can quote most of from memory. Though Little Dorrit comes a close second - that might be because the Derek Jacobi film is so firmly and astonishingly in my head though.)
The Divine Trilogy. (It's got fart jokes! And a happy ending. No, not that kind of happy ending... sheesh.)
Journey to the West. (It was either this or Lord of the Rings. I obsessed about them both during my childhood, and this is less well known, and really rather good. Though the poetically technical advice on how to win a game of chess is a bit bewildering. Didn't help my chess any.)
Four places I've lived:
(and... sorry to all the places I missed out on. I've kind of flitted a bit.)
Four places I've been:
Lourdes (worked there three years running)
Isle of Sky (camped there and discovered that bathing in the stream at six am is very painful, but it sure does wake you up, and wow, the water in Piper's well is awesome, no wonder Talisker whisky sells like hotcakes)
Amsterdam (the Dutch police are so polite they are practically Canadian when they arrest you and escort you over the border saying 'we understand your convictions, but please stop breaking into our animal research centres.' The Germans just pulled guns on us.)
South Africa... and ... oh no! I've run out of room! Okay, I'll just have to say it. CANADA!
Four foods I don't eat:
Hmmm.... given I'm veggie there's a lot more than four I avoid. I've discovered over recent years that I really hate bread too. I hardly ever eat bread, and then only if it's very nice and very fresh.
4 tv shows I watch(ed):
Classic Star Trek,
Sherlock Holmes (Jeremy Brett - best Holmes ever: I visited the set with my son in a push chair before they pulled it down - at least I know he has visited Baker Street. See, I'm a good Mum, really!)
and.., due South! (You could see that one coming now, just a little bit? eh?)
Four things I'm looking forward to this year:
My son getting his driving licence.
Seeing my Dad for the first time since he retired.
Various writing projects.
Taking my girlfriend to Ireland for the first time. (Assuming we get there. We have four kids between us - okay, so my eldest can babysit her three, but she's still nervous. Even so, we're planning a get away just before I start back at uni in September. She is considering coming out to her mother and getting her to babysit too. Personally, I think that's awesome, and her Mum has probably guessed anyway, so I think it will all work out.)
Four things I'm saying:
Not quite sure what this question means. Four things I say?
Okay. I'm Irish, so when someone hangs up the phone I go 'bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye...' Sometimes we get locked in a bye bye loop. I suspect this is how the English first invaded our fair nation - got us all busy trying to give the last goodbye, and while we were angsting about that they snuck in under the radar. We avenged ourselves by having all the best songs and jokes, but I don't think they've got it yet.
Also being Irish there is a lot of (frequently passive aggressive) apologising going on. Some completely inconsiderate jerk bashes into you, knocking your shopping all over the floor and you go 'sorry', when what you actually meant to say was 'die, you inconsiderate scum sucker, die!'
'Thank you.' Apparently this isn't just an Irish thing, it's a Brit thing. In fact, an effectionately intended racial epithet in Chinese for Brit speakers is 'Mr Xiexie.' Because we say 'thank you' so often that even the very polite Chinese culture thinks, 'why are they saying thank you all the time? Are they secret serial killes?'
And lastly - 'shite and onions.' My favourite curse. Blame my upbringing. My mother read Joyce to me in my formative years. Others remember him for his poetry and culture. I remember him for his swears. (What, they aren't the same thing?)