+What´s The Frequency, Jimmy?+
"fame! i wanna sheep forever!"
the time has come for me to spread the disease as it were, to spread my wings and fly into the great beyond of international not-very-famousness. i have been inspired by the words of someone who probably never existed to seek out all tv shows which encourage input via email and text and who read viewers comments out live on air.
i will attempt to get my name and crazed comments read out on as many tv shows as possible between now and... well... whenever really. and lo! the world will KNOW my name is the HOOVER when i lay my silliness upon it!
there are those among you who will believe that this new mission of mine is nothing but a pathetic attempt at self-aggrandisement, an attempt that rather than be remotely funny, is in fact proof positive that i really should get out more.
its highly likely such cynics are right, and to even try to get television presenters to read my nonsense comments out on national tv is very, very sad indeed. i care not a jot. i care less than half a jot even. hell, see that there fraction of a jot over there? i dont even care THAT much. if having famous people say my name makes me think that somehow my message is being shared with the wider world and somewhere, a goat quivers in fear at the sound of it, then i´ll do my thang whatever people say.
besides, the thought of Fern Britton saying my name it is alluring to me, and the very idea of Judy Finnegan doing so does interesting things to the contents of my underwear. but that, as they say, is another story.
