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:
http://richardmadeley.blogspot.com/search/label/stephen%20fry
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.
Toodle pip.
10 comments:
well, to be honest, first I've visited (being Russian as you may see) your blog to read the story about Stephen's broken arm and the manatee )) But now I keep reading your blog, dear Richard, only beacause of your personality.
By the way... Some time ago I gave a link to your blog in Russian LJ community dedicated to Fry. Perhaps it explains something )))
Dear Alice, well that's quite understandable! You came for the Fry but stay because of the Madeley. You wouldn’t be the first. If you are the visitor who only arrived only seeing my Fry posts, I just hope that you’ve now broadened you horizon to take the full width of my output. I don’t blame you for wanting to read just about Stephen but there’s much more to my life than a tall man in tweeds. It must be unfortunate living in Russia that you don’t know many of the people I mention. I’ll have to do some research on Russian celebrities and invite them over.
I must also thank you for promoting my cause. I do recall getting visitors from Livejournal. Quite a few and I was really most excited. Then somebody said that I wasn’t funny, another questioned my sanity, and the whole thing turned ugly when I said something unflattering about Hugh Laurie. I was, however, very grateful for all the new readers I had for that couple of weeks. It made me feel like I was being read by more than four people.
He that has a great nose thainks everybody is speakingg of it. Hmmm, probably.
Why do Russians love Stepfen Fry? Do cats eat bats? Do bats eat cats?.. Sorry. Let me interept your question as rhetorical.
Richard, I am really sorry for my unpardonable interest and perfidios use of your blog. Please, don't blame me for it.
I would fain follow your advice and familiarize with all your posts in this blog.)))
Ah, Vanderbildiha! I see that I have more than one Russian visitor. If it is indeed you that comes in search of Fry and Fry-only, then I am delighted that you have seen the error of your ways.
But how did you know that Stephen eats both cats and bats? I know I've talked about his love of meat but I thought his taste for bats and cats was a secret.
However, enough about Stephen. I'm here and I'm happy your here too. Enjoy the blog. I might not be as tall as Stephen but I'm much more handsome.
I was shaken by your attention to my modest person. Yes, if it would be possibible I'd like to cry like one well-known female character from old Soviet movie: "The Master called me his favorite wife!" ("The White Sun Of Desert"). Well, sometimes I am too effusive. Sorry.
Concerning Stephen' culinary preferences I hope that you wouldn't tell him about my sacral knowledge. But! Enough about Stephen (yes, you are absolutely right).
Oh) Let me say, this your post is extraodinary kind, shockingly nice and deadly tactful) But I do not understand, why you are so aggressive? Somebody quiet came and silently read. There is no damage for you. (Except your ambition, may be)))
Big thrill. The Internet is free zone and everyone can search everywhere everything he wants, I suppose. And if you don't want somebody searching a porno into your blog, just do not post a porno.)) The metaphor, if you please))
QF, you must forgive me for being, as you say, 'aggressive'. It's just that it makes me sad that people come here see see what we in England would call the 'monkey' and not the 'organ grinder'. Not that I grind my organs, you understand, although if I do, it's only against Judy, my wife.
All I mean to say is that as much as I love Stephen, this blog is about me, me, me. And damn sexy I am, don't you think?
I should add that I'm not saying that Stephen is a monkey, though he does have hairy knuckles, as you would notice should you ever get to play Scrabble against him.
And I should also add that there's nothing wrong with men with hairy knuckles. Nothing wrong at all. I have quite hairy knuckles though I wax them three times a week.
And, forgive me, but I should also say that I hope my previous post didn't imply there was something wrong with women with hairy knuckles. Indeed, I say the hairier the knuckles the better.
I'll be quiet now.
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