It's All About Me
Every few months or so I greatly enjoy Googling myself. Not that I've an overweening ego to feed. Just, y'know, checkin' the profile 'n all. Am I famous yet? Am I? Am I? Maybe a piece I wrote has been featured on Drudge and I missed it? Worth a look...
Anyway, "James Waterton" (a quite uncommon name) used to turn up seven pages of links on Google. Now it runs to eleven! Soon I'll be taking over the internet!
By the way, my Googling has unearthed this dick called James Waterton who's playing elite rugby or some such trifle in Queensland. He's taking up my bandwidth - my oxygen! That guy better fuckin' watch his back - I'm gunna smash him good when I catch up with him.
Anyway, "James Waterton" (a quite uncommon name) used to turn up seven pages of links on Google. Now it runs to eleven! Soon I'll be taking over the internet!
By the way, my Googling has unearthed this dick called James Waterton who's playing elite rugby or some such trifle in Queensland. He's taking up my bandwidth - my oxygen! That guy better fuckin' watch his back - I'm gunna smash him good when I catch up with him.


2 Comments:
Ages ago when I Googled myself I found that some bitch with hundreds of books (published, so it would seem) has stolen my real name
Boy was I pissed.
She doesn't even write the type of books that the real me would write, or read.
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