Officially Famous
The street where I live isn't quiet. It's a major route from Old Town on the hill to Swindon town centre. Consequently I hear cars going by. Ordinary cars, cars with loud exhausts, and occaisionally cars bumping into each other. Sometimes a heavy lorry thunders by and the house literally shakes. Motorbikes scream up the hill and make it sound like Silverstone on race day. At night it changes. Women scream up the hill and youths chant football songs. I have to be honest, I've kind of gotten used to this background noise. Occaisionally though, I hear something original, and that happened last night.
"Your blog is rubbish!" Yelled some woman outside. Now that warmed the cockles of my heart. After all those years of gigging the length and breadth of England and pushing through glass ceilings in the workplace, I finally get recognition for blogging over a hot keyboard. It just goes to show you don't need Simon Cowell to become famous. Well, now I'm qualified to appear on game shows and supermarket opening ceremonies, hurry up with the offers, this is only going to last five minutes...
Sex Secret of the Week
Since I have a boring blog (100% result in a recent poll of one person), I think it needs a little more pace and controversy. So lets start with the most outrageous expose of all, that Cliff Richard has declared himself 'a sexual enigma'. Oh get real Cliff. Look the words up in a dictionary first.
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