Crikey!
That's Jake Humphrey. C'mon, you didn't think it was me, did you? Mind you, a (virtual) brush with Jake last night meant my Twitter following nearly trebled to an impressive... 17.
I've been following Jake on twitter and last night he posted about Big Brother. Couldn't resist replying, and remarkably, he retweeted me and added his own comment about shirts. Apart from the previously mentioned 90,000 odd people in twitterland, this also meant it popped up on the BBC's F1 website in their Twitter feeds. Surprisingly, it actually managed to stay there from last night through until lunchtime today. This very blog got a hammering too from people looking to find out what grumpyf1 is all about. At least half a dozen people had a look! Wow. Overwhelming...
The fact that they found some stuff about my lawnmower and drive home from work probably means they won't be back any time soon. Well... at all, in fact. Ah well.
I've cut out a silver star and put it on my door and have insisted that someone pick all the orange Smarties out of the bowl or I won't do ANYTHING else. As there's only me here, I'm having to do that myself. Fame. It's tough gig, isn't it?
Bad news by the way. I'll have to miss watching the Belgian GP live, as I'm working in Oxfordshire. I'll actually have to try and avoid the results until Tuesday. Virtually impossible methinks. Poopies.
(Listening to Steve Wright on Radio 2 this afternoon)
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