Oh my god, I really am such a cockface at times.
Today, in some kind of hormone / Capsiplex Slimming Pill-induced rage, I was about to throw my iPhone out the window in sheer frustration at the lack of responses I have been getting from Twitter. A few weeks ago I felt certain I was about to break into the mainstream and soon the book deal / regular panel slot on satirical talkshow was would be safely within my grasp, but since this had not happened within the space of about 15 days I can safely say I was on the verge of throwing all my toys out the pram and shutting down my account.
First the Dirk Benedict interview fell through, then I missed Gemma Arterton on the red carpet, and now celebrities were routinely avoiding my, quite frankly, horrifically desperate attempts to attract their attention.
So you can just imagine my excitement when a genuine celeb (and a really decent one at that) tweets me asking for a link to my blog.
In what will now forevermore be known as my "I. Carried. A. Watermelon?" moment...
I. Typed. The. Wrong. Blog. Address?