So my moment of glory is over.
The television programme went out and I saw myself and cringed.
So that is how other people see me and hear me? I’ve never seen or heard that before. And I don’t want to again.
I had a few phone calls from friends and family and a few text messages. That was nice. Herself is crawling back, of course. One sniff of fame and she comes running.
There was the downside too.
People I had been trying to loose have found me. E-mails from people I thought were dead. Three e-mails from people I knew were dead. I knew the Internet was widespread, but I didn’t realise it had spread to the Afterlife.
Calls from Pat “The Plank” to appear on the Late Late. I hung up on him. No calls from Podge or Rodge, which was a pity.
I wrote to Red Mum who was on the programme too. She never replied. I couldn’t write to Ian Poulton of Fainthearted because the clever man has no e-mail address. Pity, because he was [is] a nice man and I’d like to get in touch.
I’m going to sue RTE of course. I haven’t decided what for, yet.
Doubtless they’ll be putting the programme on the Internet, so those who didn’t see it last night will be able to e-mail it around their offices and they can all have a snigger at the Old Fart.
In the meantime, I shall retire to my life of obscurity and rants and rambles.
I have put a sign on my gate.
“All television crews will be shot on sight”
Unless, of course it’s Lucy Kennedy from Podge and Rodge.