What the hell is going on?
For the last few days, this site has been inundated with visitors looking for information on Roisin Ingle.
I would like to make it quite clear that I am not Roisin Ingle, or even Róisín Ingle. I don’t know the woman, and I doubt I would know her if I ran over her in my car. Is it her beard that causes the confusion? Or the fact that she smokes a pipe?
I know she writes things for the Irish Times, and I know that she is pregnant. I also know that she is expecting twins and is to have a caesarean section. I know all this, because Herself reads the Irish Times and insists on telling me all about it, whether I want to know about it or not. In this particular case, it’s not.
I deny vehemently having anything to do with the twins, and am quite prepared to take a DNA test. That alone points to my innocence, as in 99% of cases, I will refuse such a test, just in case. This time though, I know I am in the clear.
I know a few of you Ingleseekers are going to read this page, so maybe one of you would like to tell my why you are all looking for her here?
I suppose it could be worse though.
You could be looking for John Waters.