Three True, One False - aka Glatt's Game
 

Okay.
Glatt's Game - too good not to share.
List three true things that happened today and one false.
Correct answer gets the next go.

I start, because although this is Glatt's game it is my thread.
I start lamely, because I only discovered this game after I told the Cellar just about every damn thing that happened to me today anyway! But it strikes me as a good game - the sort I used to play with my friends all the time.

- I caught Diz trying to get the lid off Mum's cast iron casserole dish - which weighs more than him - in order to get hold of the cooling stewing steak for dinner

- Despite good intentions to the contrary I ate a packet of pork scratchings after I finished lunch

- I bought the Torchwood Encyclopedia

- I bought my niece a gift card for the lingerie store in town for her 15th birthday on Wednesday

I'll play!

I think the cat trying to get the pot lid off is false.

And since the object of this game is to spark conversation, let me comment of the pork scratchings. Why are they called scratchings? What a weird name. At least pork rinds tells you it's the rind of the pig.

I say the false statement is:

I bought my niece a gift card for the lingerie store in town for her 15th birthday on Wednesday

I claim the porkie scratchings! You didn't eat them, SG, you'd have had to go and buy them specially, I can't imagine they're the sort of things your parents have lying around beggin' to be eated!

I figure I'll wait for a full house before informing the winner

I'll take the Torchwood Encyclopedia

I am with Merc on this one.

Smooth wins!

Diz is not a scavenger usually, but he is an opportunist and curious as hell. Mum left the casserole dish on a mat on the table because she knew it was safe - neither of us expected Diz to attempt anything, given that he knows the table is out of bounds and very rarely breaches it. The filling will be in a pie tonight - quite safe.

The 'rents discovered that the local supermarket sell multi packs of pork scratchings. Same size as you get in a pub. I've never succumbed before, but today was obviously a day for salty, fatty, porky goodness. I am ashamed.

I pre-ordered the Torchwood Enc. My card was declined. They have some weird system where they place a "phantom" charge on your card, which is refunded later. Because I have a pre-pay card, the phantom charge reduced my balance to below the amount of the invoice, so it was rejected. I called customer services, they said they would sort it out, it's happened again. So I didn't buy it.

The lingerie store in town also sells cotton briefs, pyjama sets, cotton night shirts, standard bras etc. Once a week Abs is allowed to detour on the way home and go into town (I'd call it a mall if it wasn't so laughably small.) I bought her a gift card last year as well - it's up to her and her parents' guidance what she buys after all. It's not like it's for Ann Summers.

Apols for it being a bit of a trick question, as I say - I'd already said a lot about my day beforehand. Smooth is the winner! And I need to call play.com again (grrrrrr)

trick questions are part of the fun.

OK, Smooth. Bring it on.

- The artists I've played keyboards for have sold a combined total of over 30 million albums.

- I was adopted at birth, and raised by wolves. Well, not wolves exactly, but fundamentalists.

- I can read 7 languages, but only speak 3.

- I once drank 16 alcoholic beverage in an evening (Vegas), and awoke the next morning with no hangover, nothing, zip, nada. The liver of the Irish, that's what I've got.

OK, hit me with your best guess (3 true, one false), and give your reason why. Feel free to be personally abusive in your comments.

I'll take the languages as false. As a musician your ear is good and you'll be OK speaking any language you car to put your mind to. If you've put your mind to reading it, you'll also be able to speak it.

- I once drank 16 alcoholic beverage in an evening (Vegas), and awoke the next morning with no hangover, nothing, zip, nada. The liver of the Irish, that's what I've got.

I cry false. I think it was more :)

I'll call the wolves/fundies just because I can. I think they adopted you as a spotty teenager.

Then I'll take number of albums...probably more like 100 million?