As much as I think the man is the answer to every catastrophe that can befall this country, Stephen Fry sometimes casts an unwelcome shadow over this blog. I noticed this when I examined the week’s statistics. Apart from the usual range of interesting questions that bring people here via Google (such as ‘can I get a suntan over [sic] by beard’) I noticed that I'm being visited by a discerning reader in Russia who comes to this blog having obviously bookmarked:
For the non-technical of you out there, this means that they only get to see posts that area about Stephen. Bill Oddie won't do it for them. Nor will Clarkson or Gill. It even means that if they visit me every day, this visitor will never get to see the other wonderful things I post, vis-à-vis things about me. They want Fry and nothing but Fry. It’s hard to live with that sort of rejection. I'm considering the hemlock...
So look here, dear Russian reader and friend of this blog: can I urge you to try the larger Richard Madeley experience? Visit me as http:///richardmadeley.blogspot.com where you will discover that on occasions that I too can wear tweed and sound condescending. Deary me! Indeed, I can, though i don’t want you to worry yourself about it. Though I might not be as witty as Stephen, there's a damn sight better muscle on my carriage. Lord, were I a less handsome man, they would merely call me stunning. I shower at least twice a month and always carry a pebble or two in my pocket to throw at ‘normal’ people. It’s fun being me but it would be more fun if I had you along for the journey.