It’s a strange world.
Since I started this site, I never quite know what is going to turn up in my email thingy.
I had a very chatty email from an Irish company this morning. They thanked me for my patience, and wondered if I could write back to the with my address and phone number as they wanted to update their records. This was all well and good, but I had never heard of the fuckers. They can go whistle.
Then I got another mail from another Irish crowd who are very excited about some video or other that has “gone viral” and they wanted me to write about it. I had a look at their precious video and all I can say about it is that is fucking woeful! I haven’t a clue what it was about and didn’t wait ‘til the end to find out. I have better things to be doing with my time.
I get a lot of requests for links to web sites. If I haven’t discovered a site off my own bat then it isn’t going to appear on mine, even if they do ask me nicely, which they rarely do. They also can go fuck themselves.
Sometimes, but not often, I get a mail offering me some product to try and then write about. What the fuck do they think I am? “Which” magazine? I wouldn’t mind if it were a car or tobacco or even a crate or two of whiskey but it is nearly always something fucking useless like incontinence pads or ski-goggles. They also can wait for a reply that just ain’t going to appear.
Today, yet another mail arrived from a company saying that they had found my site and they liked it [always a good start] and would like to phone me to talk about a documentary they are doing about the older generation. I actually responded to that one, which [I may add] is very unusual for me.
They phoned me.
As usual, my instincts were correct.
I can think of worse ways of passing a wet Monday afternoon than sitting chatting to a sexy voice on the telephone.
She wants to meet with me too.
Now how am I going to square that with Herself and Sharon?
Life is an endless string of problems.