I mean that in the politest way I can say, they are generally not for me because they have never come my way. I’ve won very little. When quite young I won something where the prize was a balsa wood model plane, it was a Weetabix competition of some sort and I suspect that anyone who entered won an award. The plane flew once and disintegrated on landing, so no prizes for aeronautics.
I was never that good at sport, keen but no good, and managed to go through my entire gymnastic career at school without climbing the rope. I was a disappointment to my gymn teacher, but not to myself. There didn’t seem to be much point in climbing to the ceiling of the place just to come down again. I did win the modern studies prize in the first year of my sixth form and met with some disapproval when I asked for a book on the Mafia. They did not feel comfortable with the Bishop of Blackburn handing me a book on organised crime, but to be fair they went through with it. I can see his rather strained smile now. I ruined it all the next year by failing all the subjects that I got the prize for, apart from Art which I just scraped through.
So being nominated for the versatile blogger award this morning felt like winning.If I win I won’t thank anyone apart from the kind person who nominated me, because I simply do not know what it all means.