What? We're in the paper again? One with a BIGGER READERSHIP? That you have to PAY ACTUAL MONEY FOR?
*sighs*....This is just the sort of fame that would probably phase someone less used to regular, invasive media exposure, but, for us, well, as you can imagine, it's getting pretty old... *suddenly runs away from laptop*
*dances around sofa*
*yeehaa's out of open bedroom window*
*does back flip on front lawn*
*rides unicycle naked around town centre*
*pours bucket of cold water over self & returns to computer*
Yawn worthy really. Tiresome.
After last month's article, seeing this in today's Liverpool Echo was another 'so what' moment in our wearyingly Press saturated lives. But, a blog's gotta do what a blog's gotta do. Having reporters root through your rubbish and being recognised in Kwik Save is all part of the territory; although running out with the bins in your nightie at 5am is not the moment you want to discover a swarm of paparazzi camped out on your drive. Especially when you don't wear a nightie. And you didn't have a bin.
Those "Mum Blogger Is Secret Naturist!" headlines cut deep.
But these newspapers have got to earn a crust, and we're their bread and butter. I've let them hack my phone line a few times, especially that time I cancelled Sky and moved over to Virgin. They had a field day with that one.
In general, I try to be as accommodating as my fellow celebrity amoebas. I look at it like this: if we're more approachable than Bruno Brookes but less so than Su Pollard, we're pitching it about right.
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This time of the term 'newsworthy'.
And so the PR jugganaut that is My Funny Mummy rumbles on. After hundreds of phone calls to myriad international media conglomerates, we came away with two unpopular, limited in circulation, regional rags under our belt and safe in the knowledge that, for articles about blogs, the ceiling is most definitely the limit, and that sadly, our invite for Loose Women will remain a distant pipe dream.
*whispers behind hand*
Hey, journalists, wait! Don't listen to ANYTHING I said about you in this post - I am so sorry for being rude and disrespectful and ungrateful. Please, pretty please, don't take any of my lovely column inches away. I was just getting all silly and big headed and showing off in front of my mates. You know what it's like when you have to be all cool and 'not bovved' in front of a hard gang, right? Well that's all it was. I didn't mean any of it and I love you very, very much. Please still like me. I really am dead, dead sorry and think you are all absolutely beautiful people.
P.S. You complete me.
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