The practice of Googling your own or someone else’s name is pretty common amongst bored office workers, and something I’ve indulged in from time-to-time. Believe me, there’s no better feeling than typing in the name of an ex and finding out they haven’t become the CEO of BP in the few years since your break-up.
However, a former manager of mine had clearly done this over the last week and probably wished he’d hadn’t, Having typed I__ Sl__a into Google he came across a blog entry of mine which described him in particularly unflattering terms, although as it fell within my top ten worst jobs blog entries then the title should have given him fair warning.
I can’t decide on what would have been the most depressing part for him: Googling his name and reading a description that states he looks like Jeffrey Archer (he so does) and labelling him a “self-deluding tosser”, or that his profile is so low in the world that a mention on my blog comes up third in the search results.
Anyhow, I got an email from the government the good folks at BCUK saying the fat, balding Archer lookalike had been in touch and to remove his name from the blog. I would have thought his profile is low enough without this, and hasn’t he heard there’s no such thing as bad publicity? And I seem to recall apologising to anyone I've ever offended in my thirty years on Earth at the start of the week. Clearly not enough for some fat, balding fucks out there.
But this incident got me thinking about other people I’ve named on the blog and what I’ve said about them, and it occurred to me I’d made the scandalous allegation that Richard Madeley might, in sexual terms, be into adult babyism.
All I can say is that there'll be no blog amendments in respect to this and I’m quite prepared to be dragged through the courts by Madeley’s lawyers while the lanky twat declares his sexual life is entirely within normal parameters (if it is then he must have stopped shagging Judy).
Forget the K-Fed and Britney shag tape: what we really what to see is Madeley in diapers while Judy gets the bottle ready, not that he’s got a chance of getting anywhere near it…
