Slightly Famous (Part 2)

Those of you with good memories will faintly remember that I got re-tweeted by Jake Humphrey and, being an incredibly shallow person, I decided to make a big thing out of it.

I naturally assumed that my brush with fame was to be the end of such adventures courtesy of the Tweetisphere, but I was wrong.

I'm "following" F1 Racing magazine on Twitter, and they asked for opinions regarding Ferrari escaping without further punishment following the "Fernandoisfasterthanyougate" incident. I duly responded and then thought nothing further of it.

A couple of weeks ago, my shiny new October copy of F1 Racing plopped through the letterbox. It immediately got promoted over the October 2009 copy of Mojo lurking in the bathroom and became my throne-room reading matter. Whilst reading their article on the Ferrari "cheatingbunchofgitsgate" incident, I noticed a box containing responses from their Twitter followers. And there I was. Well, I say that... I wasn't there, obviously. My tweet was though. Grumpyf1 strikes again.

I think twice in one lifetime is probably sufficient, and I shall now return to lurking.

(Day off for double glazing chaps to do their worst, so listening to Ken Bruce on Radio 2. Soon be time for Popmaster!)

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