It has now been 48 hours since I posted my last progress report here and I would just like to take this opportunity to apologise for being a little slack in that respect but I've been a little bit ill. It started yesterday when I woke up in an awful state such as, say, Wyoming. Anyway my head was all over the place. It was the sort of morning where you're brain is in such disarray that you give yourself a toothpaste suppository and then brush your teeth with anusol (forgive me for my cruditee), so I've just been vegging out since then.
It's been the usual affair with my letter box since Sunday, nary a single response to the last 20 letters I sent out, and I'm starting to feel a little dejected again, but I shall carry on undaunted. Perhaps there's been a problem with the Royal Mail, although I think he's been far too distracted by Camilla to interfere with my post. Ithankyouverymuch.
So anyway, at the tail end of last week, as I think I mentioned, I had been sending out various emails to the agents of some of the individuals on my list, simply asking of them to please ensure that the letters that I would be sending, would actually make it to their intended receipients. On the whole these agents have not been negative in their responses. This is because in most cases they haven't actually been responding, but I shall take their silence on the matter as an indication of grudging acceptance. Perhaps I'm being naive here, time will tell.
(Villareal have just scored against Everton in the Champions League by the way).
Therefore, this evening I have just printed out 26 more of my letters which tomorrow morning will be sent out to, in no particular order: Peter Alliss, Paul Gascoigne, Dawn French, Jennifer Saunders, Sienna Miller, Kate Winslet, Denise Van Outen, Patsy Kensit, Ewan McGregor, Sophie Dahl, Keira Knightley, Max Hastings, Bob Mortimer, Rowan Atkinson, Bill Bailey, Vic Reeves, Dom Joly, Lenny Henry, Chris Moriss, Harry Enfield, Steve Backley, John Francome, David Gower, Richard Keys, Gary Lineker and Prince Naseem Hamed.
You know the longer I'm involved in this project, and it really pains me (it's 1-1 now) to say this, the more I think that Michael's assumption was right. How very depressing. Perhaps my fortunes will pick up. It's a stupid project anyway. I have been very closed to packing it in on a number of times already, but I don't want to let the RNIB down.
Actually I was going to throw the towel in as recently as this afternoon as an AMAZING opportunity has come my way (2-1). Today, I have received an email from a Mrs Mbwango. It appears that her late husband acted as the charge d-affaires to Laurent Kabila, former President of the Democratic Republic of the Congo (above). Now it appears that after Mr Kabila was overthrown 'a sum of monies totalling $6,000,000 US American' was deposited in a bank in Congo, and Mrs Mbwango, viewing me (quite rightly) as 'a most trusted and loyal person to whom I am awaiting a verbal response in affirmative', needs my help to get this money out of her country. She's going to give me HALF OF IT, all that she wants is for me to send her my bank details. So if this website is not updated ever again, you'll find me building myself a palace on the outskirts of Kinshasa and I'll be the one having the last laugh.
Tomorrow I am going to continue to try to drum up newspaper interest in Greeting the 500. Unfortunately, its something of a chicken and egg situation. I don't seem to be getting many meetings, probably because none of the individuals or agents I am contacting have a clue as to what this is all about. At the same time, most publications seem reluctant to entertain a piece about my challenge because it doesn't seem to be going anywhere. At least I have Yahoo to thank for keeping me on the Office Attatchment page.
Actually, while I'm on the subject, I noticed on the blurb that Yahoo wrote in describing this website, they mention that my challenge came about "as a result of a bet in a pub-PREDICTABLY". Well excuse me. Sorry for ever mentioning it. I've simply been recounting the background to the bet as it actually happened. Maybe I should have made things up. I don't know, Michael and I came up with the bet as a result of an argument we had whilst sailing a gondola down the Norfolk Broads......