Snot Face...!

I don't want to undermine the value of each word that I place on my blog, for they may mean the world to someone. For example, I have in recent days been... well... somewhat stalked by someone who connects with me. Barrages of emails every day. Mysterious phone calls, specifically timed around the opening and closing bells of the London Stock Exchange. I'll assume such, anyway. I mean, that really has no bearing at all. I'll go out on a limb, but I think that it is Rik Mayall. He's this comedian that played Drop Dead Fred. He certainly sounds like Rik Mayall. Except he'll say things like "Mmm... funny feeling in my pants! Funny feeling in my pants!" when I am merely unbuttoning my shirt while talking over the phone (and loosening my belt buckle). Would Rik say that? I think so.

Now, I know I am naïve. You don't just give out your number to a guy who emails you over the internet. Over the internet, for chrissakes! And you certainly don't give out your address, do you? I mean, seriously? Perhaps I was a little too old when I started getting into computers that my Mother forgot to warn me not to do such things. I feel less than intelligent with my choices. But I don't regret them. And I hope not to. So, Mr. Mayall...

You make me ... so very happy...

I'm so glad... you... came into ... my life...

(and nowhere else... so tough luck! :)