Would you rather win an Oscar or a Nobel prize?
A very good question, but somehow I do not see myself acting gracefully enough to accept the prize and would probably trip over my long dress when accepting.
Oscar: I would have to wear an evening dress and real high healed shoes, elegant and made of leather, so let’s forget it. Or can you wear blue jeans and a t-shirt with addidas or Sketchers on your feet? No, let’s forget Oscar. I would also have to thank my mother, and father. Mum could be a good actress if she was at a party and had enough to drink to get merry enough and dad could sing well, but not really an encouragement to my acting career.
Nobel: I have been known to be quite inventive now and again. Do you get a Nobel prize for bringing up kids and doing housework for 40-50 years? No, then forget it. Mr. Swiss finds I I can roast pork quite well, with all the trimmings, and bake quite a good cake.
Pulitzer: Yes, you forgot the Pulitzer -now that would be my thing. I think that covers writing and photography and I do that every day, although no-one has discovered me yet and I am still waiting. Does Pulitzer include blogs in their programme? OK, forget it, but I put up the photo of me taking a photo for a professional touch and to convince the judges. After all what Ansel Adams and David Bailey did, so can I. I have just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.