Houston, we have a problem . . .
It seems I have misplaced my little book of blog.
The notebook where I sneakily jot down conversations and anecdotes from unsuspecting friends.
This is highly annoying for two reasons - the first is simply because all my best ideas are in that book.
There are literally months worth of blog fodder, scrawled within its lemon yellow pages.
Secondly, and more concerningly, is that it contains the real names of all my blogees, the people I blog about.
Many have accused me of making up stories and pinning them on fictitious friends. Alas, this is not the case (though right now I wish it were . . .)
And now there is a very real risk that those people may be exposed. *Gasp*
Now, I admit I am no Heidi Fleiss. The contents of that book will not ruin reputations or cause celebrity downfall.
But it will spoil my fun.
Since starting my blog, friends, family and acquaintances have spent hours trying to guess who my blog subjects are.
On multiple occasions, people have assumed an entry is about them, when it refers to someone else entirely.
One ex-flame even called from Europe to "set the record straight" after I wrote about a boy sending me mixed messages.
Unfortunately (and somewhat embarrassingly for him) he was not the boy in question.
Another friend's flatmates recently confronted him about his secret plans to move out - and in with his girlfriend.
Again, it was a case of mistaken blog identity.
So you can see why I am eager to locate the book before anyone else does. Before they spoil my fun forever . . .
Where, oh where, could it be?

By Joanna Hunkin Email Joanna
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