Tag: <span>IQ</span>

No, not online.

In real life.

With all the mentals.

The fear is already starting to build, deep in the pit of my stomach, a dull nervousness that refuses to leave. Soon I will be out there, blinded by the glare, dazzled by the tinsel and fairy lights and surrounded by a throng of buffoons.

I’m not sure if that is the correct collective term, and frankly I’m still not sure why there are so many of the buggers wandering about the shopping centre. Shouldn’t they be… I dunno… in Africa? Gibraltar?

I have developed tactics to deal with such occasions (they are rare), one of which is to constantly remind myself that you only need an IQ of 23 to be able to breathe and walk. Not that I think everyone is an idiot, far from it, there will be many people who are far worse.

However there will always be a smattering of the usual culprits around. You know them I’m sure, the random changers of direction, those who block the stairs to chat to their mates, and the worst of all the sudden stoppers. Such are the selfish, thoughtless morons.

I usually cope by taking many deep breaths and being efficient, getting in and out as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, one time, I cracked.

It was several years ago and we were in Milton Keynes shopping centre. If you don’t know it, it’s a large shopping centre that is, essentially, a couple of big long ‘streets’. Not sure of the size but you can probably see for about half a mile in either direction.

It’s very busy and as we leave a shop we turn left and start walking to the next planned shop. About 100 metres away is a woman. She is walking towards us pushing a buggy. Whilst she is walking she is bent over, talking to the baby in the chair. Obviously she must own this part of the shopping centre and it is I who is trespassing… right?

Regardless we both continue to walk towards each other, a collision on the cards, closer with every step. I’m slowly counting to 10, waiting for her to lift her head and see me.

About 4 metres short I finally crack, stop dead in my tracks and say, firmly, politely and loudly,


The woman jerks to a halt, stands bolt upright and stares at me, her mouth flaps open, then shuts again. I can see she wants to say something but, wisely, she doesn’t.

I glare back and stride off past her, muttering and seething.

Gosh, I’m really looking forward to going shopping.


My Digital IQ is 184. What’s yours.

(Blatantly copied from Robyn, who got it from Meg).

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Via TeamMonkey.

My Scores:
5 minute timed test: 133
Verbal test: 142
Culture Fair test: 130 (although I did guess the last two)

So it seems that you are reading the website of a ‘Gifted/Highly Gifted’ Individual. But you knew that, right?

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Friday Five

1. What’s the last vivid dream that you remember having?
Last night, my first dream in ages. Was being interviewed for a job for a computer game company, and I had to complete the game to get the job. Anne Robinson was the interviewee and the game was Pitfall I think…

2. Do you have any recurring dreams?
Not that I am aware of no.

3. What’s the scariest nightmare you’ve ever had?
Probably something when I was a kid, the scariest recently was dreaming about a snake slithering into our bed past my head. At the same instance my beloved wife decided to move her hand and it brushed the side of my head. AARGH! Sat bolt up right in a blind panic before I realised what had happened. She didn’t wake at all needless to say….

4. Have you ever written your dreams down or considered it? Why or why not?
I think I’ve mentioned them in passing on here, but never really considered them a valid enough to write down. Every dream I can remember I can dissect and pin-point where most of the components came from (Last nights was the result of revisiting the BBC’s IQ Test website, the programme was hosted by Anne Robinson; The interview was from Friends, Chandler went for an interview; and Pitfall is my wife’s favourite ‘old’ game)

5. Have you ever had a lucid dream? What did you do in it?
Hmmm don’t think so no. I do have dreams when I know I’m having a dream, but nothing more than low-level lucidity I think.


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Had dinner at my parents yesterday and one topic came up that I’ve been meaning to mention here, that damned BBC IQ Test. Seems like I’m not the only one who disagreed with the way it was done, but rather than replicate other people’s comments, I’ll just let you read what she said. I couldn’t have said it better.

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