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Sunday, 28 April 2013

My identity is stolen by a warty pile of pooh, and I propose the RNA takes on WWF.

On Thursday, somebody stole my face.  And my name. What on earth they thought they could do with an expression that looks like a hamster and a name that sounds like a porn star, I cannot imagine, but they did.  Or at least, they cloned it - setting up a Facebook account with my name and a picture copied from my profile - to what end we have no idea. I mean, who would want to pretend to be me? I'm rubbish at paperwork, can't make a decent Yorkshire pudding, and have a face that's mostly made up of cheeks and teeth! It's bad enough that I have to associate with being me, the fact that someone would voluntarily set themselves up for looking like a vampire hamster with the culinary skills of a two year old and the organisational ability of a hurricane..well.

I can only assume that the perpetrator was someone with a name even more embarrassing than mine - something like Dastardly McFannyparts, or Eric Funtle, and a face like a pack of warts attacking a large pooh.  It is the only explanation.  And now it's all sorted out, I would like to point them towards Deed Poll and a large tube of this:
The pooh they will have to sort out for themselves.

And in other news - I was the judge of a Story Slam competition at Whitby! Yes, me! It was held at La Rosa Hotel which is the most brilliantly 'boudoir' place I have ever been in, also with scones. And it's not often you get a boudoir with scones, unless Delia Smith has opened a pole-dancing club that we don't know about. The tea room (hence the scones) is amazing, full of old things (no, no, like decorative, not like a Saga coach trip) and cakes, and downstairs where we had the Story Slam is all red walls and low lighting. Very atmospheric, for stories of blood and darkness.... It was great fun and the stories were terrific and it was a very hard job judging, especially since I'd had a cream tea just before, but I managed to choose a winner, which, for someone as indecisive as me, was quite a triumph.

I do have to admit that I always thought a Story Slam was something like the card game Snap, where people wrote out their stories and then threw them down on the table, and I did wonder how I was supposed to judge this - was it the person who shouted 'Story!' loudest, or first, or was it like a wrestling match, and you had to press the other writers' shoulders down onto the ground and hold them there for thirty seconds or something. And then I found it wasn't, but that I'd come up with a whole new game for the next RNA Conference...
Picture courtesy of The Sun. Yep, makes me wonder too...
If you could imagine this, with Choc Lit authors... It'll be like that. Only with more scones, and better costumes.



Guernsey Girl said...

Love this post Jane - and I'm glad the cloning had a happy ending. But I'm still wrestling with the idea of Choc Lit authors in the ring... :)

Chris Stovell said...

Oh, Lordy! It's not just the wrestling that worries me, it's wearing a cozzie that leaves so very little to the imagination. Please don't suggest this to Lyn.
I'm glad you've got yourself back, anyway, I like you just the way you are.

Flowerpot said...

Love the idea of the new Choc Lit game...!