Insanity in my inbox
Grandad April 18th, 2009
I get quite a lot of private emails about me and my site.
I told you about Irena and her desperate attempts to get to know me better.
I get quite a few like that. Some of them want to have my babies, which is fine too, except that they refuse to sign any waver for child support, and I also have to keep it quiet from Herself.
I have received quite a few looking for some kind of product endorsement. These are weird ones, as they usually offer to send me something strange to endorse. I have had offers of strange sunglasses and also of some kind of card collecting racket. I bin them. No one want me to endorse a new pipe tobacco or whiskey, I notice?
I also get a lot of requests for link exchanges.
Some of the link exchange requests come from company sites or from on line gambling sites. They usually get a response from me. I send them a nice email with a virulent virus attached.
I also get requests from other bloggers, and this is where life gets tricky.
My problem is that if I linked to every blogger who wrote to me, I would end up with more links than blog, which would mean that my site would become a directory, and I wouldn’t be able to ramble on it.
Very rarely though, I get a mail about a blog that is different. I got one of those this morning.
He did everything right. He praised my writing to the point of embarrassment; he linked to his blog and most important – he deposited €100 in my PayPal account.
I had a look at Irish Begrudger, and I can confidently say that he is certifiable. I would go so far as to say he is Grade A Insane.
I think I recognise the style.
Didn’t we share adjacent padded cells once?
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They pad the cells over there?
I am NOT referring to mobile phones. Bloody Americans. *sigh*
I’m not sure if I believe all the Begrudger says. Do you think the King was still fit to sing a duet in 1973? I think it must have been earlier than the Begrudger claims.
He sung the duet, but there was nothing fit about him Ian. The morning of the duet, I watched him vanish a tray of hamburgers as though they were baked beans. He had developed a method of circular breathing, not dissimilar to that used by Aboriginal Didgeridoo players, that allowed him to be in a constant state of swallowing. He also treated the activity of chewing with disdain.
There you have it, Ian. The man speaks.
You might rue the day Grandad, the bugger’s bloody funny!
IB: ‘He sung the duet, but there was nothing fit about him Ian. The morning of the duet, I watched him vanish a tray of hamburgers as though they were baked beans. He had developed a method of circular breathing, not dissimilar to that used by Aboriginal Didgeridoo players, that allowed him to be in a constant state of swallowing. He also treated the activity of chewing with disdain.’
Momma? You promised me, Momma. “No more telling people about me n’ Elvis” you said. This all happened months and months and months befo’ I was even born. You are making me eat too much, Momma. Uh-huh. You promised me, Momma. You promised me. Any more, Momma, and I’ll leave the building.
Uh-thangyouver’much.
“Uh-thangyouver’much” – superbly spelt!
Baino – I only just found you. Will you please stop lurking in my spam box? As for Yer Man – I think he is weird.