I don’t mean the last bit, but last night my client called me a “celebrity” . He said after months of perusing my site, reading my reviews and my blog, he said it felt a bit like meeting a celebrity. I was dead chuffed as he was filling my head with lots of compliments. “Don’t…..stop. Don’t……stop”, I said. “No seriously, don’t stop with the compliments”. Just kidding, I wasn’t that vain. But of course it was lovely hearing so many things. Especially when for years I’ve had to endure hearing so many lovely things about SJ.
When I tell people that my best friend in the business is Sarah Jane, I could be in the middle of fellatio and I get, “Oh, she’s such a legend, I’ve admired her for years.” I could have my boobs dangling in a guy’s face and I hear, “she’s a bit famous, isn’t she? What is she like?” Hello!! There are a big pair of brown tits dangling in your face with huge nipples waiting to be sucked and you’re asking me, ‘what’s Sarah-Jane like?” It’s a good thing I like the woman and I bear her no ill will, (she says as she pushes a pin doll of SJ underneath the cushion).
So after it’s taken me seven and a half years, I’m now a celebrity. I shall now behave accordingly.
“Do you know who I am?”
Ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille.