I caved last night and decided to sign up to Twitter. On the site, I chose my username (I picked conorpope, imaginatively) but was then told it already existed.
‘What! That can’t be,’ I thought to myself.
Oh, but it is.
A Conor Pope in Blackburn, Lancashire is twittering under my (and, to be fair, his) name.
Twittering, playing in an indie band (I’ve heard the demos) and posting “comedy” videos of himself and his buddies onto youtube (and yes, I realise that I sound like I’m stalking the poor fella but the whole thing is a bit alarming).
He’s only young so he has plenty of time to become famous – for good things or bad – and completely ruin Conor Pope. I came across someone once called Alan Partridge, a name which was, for most of his life, pretty harmless. Then Steve Coogan happened along.
There are Ted Crillys out there who’ve never worn a dog-collar but who can no longer say their name to strangers without them laughing and Fred Wests who lived a blameless existence only to find their lives blighted by coincidence.
And then of course there’s Dave Gorman.
Anyhoos, I went into a newly opened Lidl near my house today and decided to splash out on a bottle of €16.99 wine to drown my sorrows after discovering I was a two-time loser at the Irish Blog Awards.
Thank you judges!
Check out the winner’s site. Kudos to him.
I googled the name of the Lidl wine when I got home, just to see if it was any good – well, I needed a break from googling the new Conor Pope – and I came across this site, which I thought was kinda cool.
I registered the name conor_pope on Twitter and I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do next – but as long as I end up with more followers than that other conor pope – he’s only got three – I’ll be happy.