I've been tagged... sort of

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Anyway, the name of the meme is "Five things my friends don't know about me." Let's see....

1)I used to support Milan (the football team), but I stopped when Mr.Berlusconi, who owns it, started using it for political advantage. Since then I have no favourite team.
2)As a child, I spent a few years in Monza, where they hold the car races. However, I never saw one.
3)I have long been a Katharine Hepburn fan, and was rather unhappy to hear, after her death, of her voracious, promiscuous and bisexual lusts before she met Spencer Tracy. I was however much more unhappy to hear that in 1948 she worked for the Wallace presidential campaign, which everyone but her knew to be a Communist front.
4)I am quite a good cook when I put my mind to it, but I don't do cakes or sweets.
5)At 15, I wanted to learn to play the piano, but I was forbidden to do so - for reasons too mean and ugly to describe here.

Now I am supposed to tag five people. Well...
jennilee
theregoesyamum
kennahijja
privatemaladict
avus

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The Gymnopaedies are the single most mediocre musical set in the entire world: devoid of mood, melody, harmony, and not even requiring the slightest bit of skill to play. I'd been used to playing some pretty nice stuff with my old piano teacher (who grew up and learned under David Helfgott's teacher, so she pretty much knew her shit) like some oldschool sonatas and some other stuff, like Debussy, which was at least enjoyable to play. When I moved interstate and went to a snooty private school, the only stuff the piano teacher there seemed to want to teach was hideously boring, atonal background music that one would hear in a Chinese restaurant (at one point, I felt tempted to ask her if she would teach me to play 'Music of the Night' and 'Do You Know The Way to San Jose' on a synth so I could make a living selling bad records to dodgy restaurants) that was far below the skill level that I was accustomed to. She played me the Gymnopaedies, and the first thing out of my mouth was literally 'What the hell is that?', I think with a disgusted look on my face. I quit that day.