Not so very clever, thank you
Real people read this.
[And having typed that, she sat and stared glassily at the keyboard for a good ten minutes. Me, I think she just alienated her fan base - Ed]
You see, most of my dear readers that I know about [apart from the relentless Cialis-mongers - Ed] ‘found’ me because I went out there and whored the blog to them. Well, tiggered the blog, really. No stockings involved. Just me bouncing people into the blog by being relentlessly friendly and slightly desperate. And possibly some people might turn up while looking for something else - sex aids, possibly, given the Editor’s habit of bellowing the C-word every other post. Anyway, I was keeping the tiggering to the online community and a few select old friends who know I write [Attempt to write]. I am so sorry. It’s not that you’re not real people. You’re just not there to be dealt with in what I, for lack of a better term, think of as my real life (the bit that involves commuting). Trust me, the life virtual and artistic is what I live for [Oh, where to begin. The life artistic indeed]. I have my reasons for not really wanting to confess to ‘real-life’ people. Even if they are neurotic and silly reasons. [Also, it's harder to delete 'real-life' comments]
And then I did something so embarrassing I feel puce to the ear-tips at the very thought. At work one day, overcome by the thought of coffee, I toddled off at shift-change, leaving Out-of-Ideas up and visible on the shared computer. Normally, if I am overtaken by the urge to see if I have any friends while I’m on duty, I very very carefully close the window afterwards. I only realised that I’d left myself splayed across a screen some twenty minutes later, when the caffeine began to kick in. Oh well, I thought. No matter. The person on duty after me will be far to busy and have far more interesting things to do and won’t give it all a second thought.
I was wrong.
Hello! You know who you are.
Thank you for your kind and flattering words. You can come back any time.
[Should you really want to - Ed]
July 11th, 2006 at 12:55 pm
Oh dear, I do know who I am and I’m ever so sorry that I made you puce to the ear-tips. Maybe I should have just kept my ‘who’s that blogger’ suspicions to myself… but still, my comments stand and if your ‘real’ writing is anywhere near as good and entertaining as your blog then I don’t really think any of your good reasons remain valid! I shall continue to read this blog (even when I’ve departed this ‘real’ life for elsewhere) as I think it’s really rather marvellous but maybe I won’t mention it again in reality as I wouldn’t want the puce ear-tips moment to occur again…
July 11th, 2006 at 1:06 pm
Fear not. I shall carefully paint my ears with tippex before I go back to the office.
No, wait. That sounds like I’m fishing for compliments. How could I possibly ask for more compliments? I’m overwhelmed as is.
No, really, I am very pleased - tickled pink in fact.
Thank you.