Well, you did ask. Or at least the Loose Bloggers Consortium did ask.
As Eamon de Valera said in reponse to Winston Churchill’s 1945 speech about the possibility of having had to come to close quarters with Mr de Valera or perish forever from the earth:
I know the kind of answer that I am expected to make… I know the kind of answer I would have made a quarter of a century ago.
Something along the lines of the triple breasted whore of Eroticon Six, a slab of red Leb and nutty chocolate brownies doused in Baileys. Or at least a few pints of Guinness anyway.
But as the Long Fella said, that was all a long time ago. These days it’s harder to answer. But the chorus of this song is as near as I can get to summing it up.
The real ingredients of my wildest fantasy are annoyingly all striveable for in the real world – happy children, making a positive difference, getting the book published, getting the next books published, getting some sleep.
They’re not necessarily within my control, but at a minimum – as the chorus of the song by Chumbawamba says – If it is to be, it is up to me…
How tiresome. How tiring. Not a single mention of whipped cream.
I’ve shown you mine, now you show me yours. Other members of the Loose Bloggers Consortium have done so already. Links to their blogs are listed on the right hand side of the screen if you scroll down.
Blackwatertown 
Paul, I would show you mine – not because you have shown me yours. We don’t haggle on blogs, do we?
As they say, and until a minute ago I’d always dismissed as so much tosh: There are two types of men: Those into legs, those into breasts. Some do double duty.
Legs crossed, letting it all hang out, yours
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Oh blimey, what have I started?
But a bit of haggling never struck me as so bad anyway – in a playful way – as long as you have some intention at the back of it.
That’s a foot tapper alright
Speaking of foot tappers http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nYvNfrBPzRA the Boothill Foot Tappers – Get Your Feet Out Of My Shoes
Happy days gone by.
Triple boobs? As a very young male cousin of mine announced from the back of a packed dining table… More than a handful is waste!
Stick to the Guinness, sure there’s eating and drinking in it!
Good advice – though like everything it can be taken too far – as explained by Christy Moore http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykG6V4VZgsk After all, who wants to be haunted by visions of eing stuck in a jacuzzi with Alice Glenn & Margaret Thatcher.
Now that would be some nightmare! Thanks for the trip down memory lane… I even took a trip to Knock! 😆
I don’t know what my wildest fantasy would be. Realistic-wise, maybe publish comics or novels and become well-known. That would be very spiffy. But, I don’t know if it’s all that wild. If I was talking about a wild fantasy, become a superduck and fight evil. That would be a wild fantasy.
But you already are a super duck.
Some people simply cannot recognise a good thing when they see one! Oops two things! But, amusing it is to wish for so many nice things that are so readily available! I bet that you will get them all sooner than later.
Sorry mine was fulfilled in April but I aint printin’ it
I have a suspicion it involves overseas vistors.
Oh, I don’t believe you have no fantasies wilder than such everyday aspirations. You must have them, but you’ve dismissed them as not achievable. As for my own fantasies, I’d like to live in a parallel universe without all the most frustrating aspects of planet earth, like traffic jams, boring people, illnesses, money, politicians, and horrible weather.
Take no notice of Ursula’s cynicism. Some of us males actually appreciate the whole woman and not just a few selected body parts. But then another of my wild fantasies would be to start life again as a woman. That’ll probably get Ursula going again.
Got me bang to rights.
Well this post certainly grabbed my attention! I was deeply intrigued by the prospect of learning about your wildest fantasies lol…mine are very wicked 😉 and if I was to tell you about them W/P would surely shut you down lol…so you’re out of luck 😉
Maybe they can be the subject of a password-protected guest post in future.
It could be a variation on the The Day I Met… theme. Something like, The Day I Dreamt I Met… And What We Got Up To.
I have four fantasies — I won’t share the first three because they haven’t come to fruition yet and I don’t want to jinx them.
But the fourth has already been birthed…I’ve been asked to facilitate a few workshops at The Writers’ Institute at UW-Madison in April. Whoohoo!
Naturally, all of the above are in addition to (not in lieu of) whip cream, feathers, a starry starry night, a ship at sea, a dram of Aberlour A’bunadh, and…well, we just won’t go there 🙂
I think I’m getting it – So, you take a boat out to see to catch an albatross, but you’re so drunk on your dram that you trip on your whip, slip on your cream and end up on your back, staring at the stars, clutching only feathers.
Hmmm… best left as a fantasy I think.
Does this mean all your libido-fuelled fantasies have now been sated? Or has the libido gone into hibernation?
Sated – or perhaps sedated? Or maybe just off on holiday without me. Ah the fun it must be having… I hope to catch up with it some day – if only for the stories.