K8 the GR8

Whoa.  Something weird has happened.  I seem to have developed an alter-ego.  One ego alone is hard enough to handle.  I’ve read one or two nice things that people have said either about or to me on this bloggysphere, and there seems to be a pattern forming.  You all think I’m nuts.  Well, that’s cool, I am a bit, let’s say… eccentric, but it’s all down to the fact that when I’m in a certain mood, I can’t take the world seriously.  This mood seems to hover when I’m out on the tiles with the gals, and when I’m doing all this writing and stuff. 

Truth be known, I go back over old posts occasionally and say to myself… ‘I don’t remember writing that!  Was I a woman possessed?!’

In real life, there are only a handful of people who know that I am truly weird underneath, these are the people that relate to that side of me I suppose, that have seen my true feelings.  In real life, I’m pretty quiet y’see.  You have to squeeze conversations out of me painfully sometimes, on the days I just feel like people-watching.  Jefferson’s Podcast discovered that last Sunday on my birthday when I was mithered with a smelly hang-over.   I think episode 50 expected me to be slightly daffy, in the words of Daz (God bless all who sail in him);

“…might I say you were the weirdest (best possible way) person I’ve ever … read, I suppose, and coming from a man who once elected Most Likely To Be Committed To An Insane Asylum by his peers at his debs, that’s a compliment.”

or Brian F;

“You’re weird!
I mean that in the nicest way.”

But instead they got the shy other version of me.  The one that takes ten minutes to think of something funny to say.  Behind a desk with a beer is a different story y’see.   They even had me crack dad’s old stoner jokes to break the awkward silences.  I now know I should’ve said something like this;

I’m not a pheasant plucker
I’m a pheasant plucker’s son.
And I’m only plucking pheasants
’till the pheasant plucker comes.

Because I’m quite good at saying this fast.  Even when my sobriety is compromised.  My most lively input into the whole podcast was on my delight at finding that Baino smokes my brand (I mean seriously!  What are the odds?!  Okay pretty good really, but you know what I mean…).  It’s difficult though, not being able to pull faces on the internet!

So… you lot think I’m weird.

You ain’t seen nothin’ yet!