Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Wednesday, 22 April 2015
Do you know Bob Hope?
Yes, this was the question that Facebook asked me this morning when I opened up my 'Tom Stephenson' mailbox account.
Having said I would never return to Facebook (not that you can ever really leave) I found it necessary to open up my account with it the other day, but not in my real name. Not that it makes any difference to Facebook. They know who we really are. 'By clicking on this you agree to accept our cookies' - sounds so attractive.
"I've got over 1800 friends", lied The Boy recently.
I've got about 20 friends, and most of them don't like me.
Apparently, Bob Hope wasn't a very likeable person in real life.
The head of the Bath Police Drugs Squad introduced himself to me some years ago. "My name's Bob Hope", he genuinely said. To this day, I don't know whether or not he was aware of the Cockney rhyming-slang connotations of his name, or if he was just bored with the smirks every time he mentioned it.
Oh well, it makes a change from being asked if I know Anne Marie Weismuller once a week.