Saturday of moustaches

Whilst I don’t appear to be pub­lish­ing any posts here — I bet you now regret doubt­ing that whole series of entries in which I threatened to give up writ­ing, don’t you? — I’m not above indul­ging in acts of ego­centric self-publicity, espe­cially when I have stu­pid num­bers of people arriv­ing here as a res­ult of vari­ous searches for the twelve days of Christ­mas. Hello, by the way, if you are one of those people; I’m sorry to dis­ap­point you.

Gosh, a digres­sion already. I am clearly out of prac­tice at this writ­ing lark. Any­one would think that I have had a couple of glasses of wine and am listen­ing to Christ­mas music. Not that I am, of course. That would des­troy the intense and ser­i­ous mys­tique which I have so strenu­ously built up around my online persona.

Any­way, where was I? Oh yes. An interview.

I have done an inter­view. Via email, of course, in the best inter­net fash­ion that is emin­ently suited to people who couldn’t do such ridicu­lous things face to face. Don’t worry, I wasn’t approached to do it due to my fame and notori­ety. No, I volun­teered in a moment of mad­ness. The ques­tions were put to me by the ridicu­lously tal­en­ted Chris Kil­len, and you can read it on his blog, Day of Mous­taches.

I do not have a mous­tache, incid­ent­ally. It is not a mous­tache fetishist’s blog. Per­ish the thought. The closest I get to a mous­tache is not very close at all: I some­times cul­tiv­ate oddly-shaped stubble. Will that do?

That’s all, then. I am going back to hiat­ing now, but I do recom­mend read­ing the inter­view right away, even if it’s only to dis­cover what I would do about the prob­lem of com­mon or garden ceil­ing mould.

Happy Christ­mas. May all your pine needles be prickly ones.

Comments: 9

    I’m read­ing the inter­view. I know that book. *nods* I’m sure that doesn’t sur­prise you in the slightest.

    I have also played Second Life. It’s a scary concept, in which you can be the per­son you’d quite like to be in real life if you weren’t such a wuss about it all (you gen­eral, not you you). After three nights in a row stay­ing up ’till 4am and the pur­chas­ing of actual Linden dol­lars, I had to knock it on the head. I had a glimpse of the future; it involved square eyes. Not pretty (although my avatar was. Very.)

    Miss Vertigo | 12.20.08, 18:18

    I think that skel­eton pic­ture might just haunt my christmas.

    I hope you have a good christ­mas and that presents and food and drink and inspir­a­tion come your way.

    jem | 12.22.08, 15:08

    Pre­ten­tious?

    Suceed!

    philxx

    phil mccrevice | 12.22.08, 15:09

    Miss Ver­tigo — It sounds as if, like me, you escaped Second Life just in time, with a good amount of self-knowledge.

    O — I find check­ing here on a whim is the best approach. :)

    Jem — Oh dear, I don’t inten­tion­ally set out to ruin Christ­mas for people. Have a good one.

    Phil — Whilst my appre­ci­ation of a good innu­endo cer­tainly leads me to admire your name, I feel that what you said would have had more impact had you spelt ‘suc­ceed’ cor­rectly. Oh, and there’s little point in accus­ing me of being pre­ten­tious when, as my little ‘about’ para­graph at the top of the page reveals, I’m already well aware of the fact. It fails as an insult.

    An Unreliable Witness | 12.22.08, 16:13

    Alack! I am undone!

    Twas not meant as an insult, srsly.

    Just wished you’d appear like this in another place;-)

    Merry Christ­mas

    phil mccrevice | 12.22.08, 16:48

    Phil — For my own reas­ons, I choose (and have always chosen) to keep this site entirely sep­ar­ate from my work. Thanks.

    An Unreliable Witness | 12.22.08, 22:13

    I sup­pose a shags out of the ques­tion now?;-)

    phil mccrevice | 12.22.08, 23:01

    Phil — I appre­ci­ate your com­ments, as I appre­ci­ate all com­ments here. How­ever, I hope you’ll under­stand — as I said above — that I REALLY prefer to keep my work sep­ar­ate from this blog and not men­tioned here. The same goes for keep­ing my name off this site, though I appre­ci­ate that many read­ers will know it from hav­ing com­mu­nic­ated with me in the past. I hope you can do me this simple courtesy.

    An Unreliable Witness | 12.22.08, 23:08

    I am just rough trade trash, for­give me, I’ll no longer darken your doorstep.

    No offence was meant and I apo­lo­gise for my beha­viour. I don’t think i should have put the extra patch on…

    phil mccrevice | 12.22.08, 23:18

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