First of all, many thanks once again to the hundreds of you that are reading my website every day (albeit not quite so many on a Sunday, but I suppose that is the nature of hangovers). I continue to be astounded at the massive interest that people have in my vacuous observations and this "petty challenge", as a friend of mine called it last night. I am also most grateful for all of the emails of support that I am receiving nearly every day.
Many of the people who have been looking at this website since I started it, will now be most familiar with the name Dave Gorman, an author and stand-up comedian.
I have frequently made reference to him here, since despite having been totally unfamiliar with his work at the inception of my project, having now been told so many times by others that "what you're doing is the sort of thing that Dave Gorman might do", I have done my research on him and his quirky experiments and presently regard him as some sort of spiritual leader.
For anyone who is not familiar with what he has done, this is what Wikipedia has to say about him. (For the computer illiterate and my mother, click on the word 'Wikipedia' above).
(Click means press the button on the mouse.....The thing you're pushing around the table).
I was thus particularly keen to 'greet' Dave, yet unfortunately the email that I recently received from Hannah, his kindly agent, read:
"Thank you for your letter for Dave Gorman. Unfortunately Dave has just started a 6 month tour in the States and so will be unable to help with this project.
However, best of luck with everything..."
Talk about "Gutted from Ilford". I can't think of anyone more appropriate to have met for my challenge (apart perhaps from Tony Hawks, who has already been kind enough to meet me). I get the impression that had he been here, he would have been up for it but obviously the small matter of 3,360 miles of water between us is an insurmountable problem since I am not only heavily in debt, but also a weak swimmer.
Oh well, that's how the chocolate hob-nobs are crushed into small fragments. Think about it.
Incidentally, I have absolutely no desire to turn Greeting the 500 into a stage show.