I got rather drunk last night and ended up laughing like a loon (in public) about an actor friend's latest Christmas TV commercial.
I was alerted to it by another actor friend, and because he plays the father of an adult woman for whom he is babysitting, I had been instructed to shout out, "Grand Dad!" the next time I see him in Waitrose.
I looked up the commercial on You Tube, then - blow me (not you, John) - he popped up under a comment of mine left on the Facebook page of yet another actor friend. It being gone 1.00am and me being somewhat pissed, I shouted out 'GRAND DAD!" in large print on the page. It seemed like too much of a coincidence not to play with at the time. I should have left it at that, but I ended up loading the actual film under the comment, and I am not sure he would have wanted this. Oh well.
I had gone onto Facebook to open myself up to comments by you lot, which was probably another mistake. I am still not sure if I have, because this Facebook thing is still a bit of a technical mystery to me. People who are veterans in the medium keep pointing out breaches of protocol which I am making in ignorance, and I have been hacked into about three times so far in my brief career. As if I would post up pornographic films on my own page!
I started off with the strict intention of being a single-issue poster on Facebook, but every time I look at it, I get the nagging feeling that I have been missing out on a wild party which has been going on for years without me, and when you add booze to the mix, I end up gatecrashing it when everyone else is going to bed. It was Monday night, for God's sake - actually, it was Tuesday morning.
I really must look into adapting one of those gadgets which disable the ignition system on your car if it detects alcohol on your breath, and fit the modified version of it onto the computer so it locks me out of public arenas if it senses inebriation. Post-It notes would be no deterrent, and I don't think people use them anymore anyway.
I suppose I could always get one designed by VW. That would allow me a bit of leeway when it comes to parts per millilitre in the bloodstream.
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