I got followed by a film star today....
Now before you start thinking that I am talking about some star of screen or stage tearing after me down the High Street, waving an autograph book under my nose, let me explain.
I have a Twitter account which I generally use to blatantly and shamelessly hawk my blog on. When I first started doing this a few months ago, I started to see various people and organisations follow me. For the Twitter virgins amongst you, this means that they get to read my daily twaddle as and when I tweet it. If you're still unsure, it's a bit like throwing a free ad in the Exchange and Mart - making sense now?
So when I started, my followers were mainly dog loving folk, obviously enjoying the tales/tails of Percy and Reg as they attempted world domination in my house (actually this is still carrying on, with Percy taking more of a back seat as Reg struts round the lounge in jack boots and serge).
As time progressed, and I started tweeting more prolifically, virtual marketing agencies started to follow me, in the hope that I would part with copious amounts of money to further my market. Fat chance as I am happy talking to thin air most of the time (except when you are with me of course, dear reader). They are still carrying on following me, but I do tend to block them as there are only so many times I can see adverts for gold coins, self-published books (not such a bad idea) and dipped doughnut biscuits (hang on, quite like that one...)
So as time moved on, there came a day when I published 'All Fur Coat and no Knickers'... (http://tracyrich31.blogspot.co.uk/2016/04/all-fur-coat-and-no-knickers.html) I can't even begin to tell you what kind of people this attracted. Needless to say, there were several 'ladies' (possibly of the night) who I had to block, and a couple of men who I had to report for their suggestions (some of which I never even guessed were possible). It appears that putting #NoKnickers is not the best idea for attracting decent folk to your blog website.
So my followers are now vary varied, with weirdness peaking with a kick boxer from Kazakhstan and a retired Irish jockey following me. Goodness knows what I said to make them want more, perhaps they have a fetish for middle aged ladies with unpredictable hair and a dodgy hip, who knows?
So the actor who joined my merry band today is a little bit famous apparently. Perhaps he is hoping that if my blog ever became a film, he might get a part.
He's quite dishy actually.....I'm always open to offers...