I've become aware of the fact that in certain circles the suggestion has been made that I've been masquerading as a certain Doreen Potts (Mrs).
Whilst I can understand the confusion, given Mrs Potts's beautifully crafted acerbic comments, I can categorically say that I am not, was never, and never will be the aforementioned Gay Times icon. Neither am I Julian Clary, who's just moved to a mansion in Kent, or Paul O'Grady, blogging from his sick bed in Ashford General.
To scotch the rumours that my camp brand of lovable seaside humour is anything other than superficial, I will shortly be introducing a new member of the Eastcliff Richard team, my wife Norman.
11 comments:
Norma. I meant Norma. It just came out all wrong. Oh heck.
I can see how people might think you're Potty as she has been slamming into Doc. Blog from an angle that he may have been perceiving as complimentary. However, given the current local attitude, she really could be just about anyone with a talent for snippiness.
My goodness, what have you (and possibly that henious wreck of a blogger, Ramskate) done?!
Poor bloke must be cursing your penchant for truth, justice and a bit of a giggle!
Ah, Ram Skate Raider. Twatever happened to him??
On a serious note, though, and with much reflection behind me (never seems to show up in front of me), all that stuff about the flying doc was only meant to be a bit of harmful fun. After all, if you take yourself that seriously, you're asking for it, aren't you? If he's 'Thanet's Alternative Newspaper', then he's as much a target as The Gazunder, surely? And he doesn't seem to mind a pop at them at every opportunity.
I don't get all sulky and bugger off to the nearest tax haven when someone has a pop at me, do I?
Pot,Kettle,Black,methinks you protest too much,And what did happen to Rams Kate,was the name a hint or an instruction
I'm sure if the Doc had a mind to, he could easily refute the suggestion that Mrs Potts was anything to do with me. He will no doubt have clocked my IP address on his site meter over the months, and therefore know that I wasn't on his blog when those comments were left.
But I suppose it suits his purpose to allow people to continue to think it was me. Oh well, probably suits my purpose too (whatever that is)!
Oh I'm blushing at all these references to me. My Terry's so proud and has told all his friends. One of them has made me a cake in the shape of a Cessna aeroplane. It even has a little icing man strapped to the wing. Mind you, they could have done with a bit more marzipan in a couple of places.
I don't live in Ramsgate, loves, and I certainly couldn't afford a place on the east cliff; not on a pension. And we haven't even got a Richard in the FAMILY. Like you say, that Doctor could quite easily tell everyone it's not you, sweetheart, but who knows what drives him, eh. Anyway, enough said.
And I'm so impressed that you know about the letters that used to appear in my name in Terry's magazine. I was a bit bothered at first, because we had very posh neighbours at the time who took against Terry and his friends, but once they knew he wanted to go to Heaven, and he told them he'd love to go on a cruising holiday, they took him in like a prodigal, they did. Bless them.
You see? There's confirmation that it's not me! And thank you for your visit, Mrs Potts, I feel most honoured.
BTW Heaven? Is that place still going? I got very confused by the toilet arrangements there once, back in the 80s.
And before anyone accuses ME of deleting Mrs Potts's purple prose, may I just say that the earlier deletion was me deleting myself after a double entry.
a double entry?? heaven forbid.
Ah, Mr Adem! I've been enjoying your drunken antics on The Big Blog! You youngsters certainly have stamina!
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