I've had a blazing row with Michael this evening (who set me this challenge). He wants nothing more to do with Greeting the 500. He doesn't like the way I've been portraying him.
And he doesn't like the way I've been "speaking for him". The thing is I haven't, I've just been speaking about him. Anyway, looks like I'm on my own now.
Well the two of us met Lisa Rogers today outside a fashionable shop on Argyll Street this afternoon, and she was a real star. She was a little upset when we first approached her as apparently, some rogue in a post office had run off with all of her stamps. I told her that I had 250 of them at home, although they've all been earmarked for my letters, but had I known, I'd have brought some.
I don't think Lisa heard me because I was mumbling and bumbling a bit. I always go to pieces when confronted with a rare beauty. So we traded insults about each others respective football teams, did the old photograph thing and accepted her unbelievably generous auctionable memento, which was one of her outfits from the TV Show Scrapheap Challenge.
Lisa apologised that it was a bit grubby and hadn't been washed since she last wore it, and then Michael in his untactful and oafish manner said "don't worry we'll probably get more for it that way". The guy's a flaming liability.
"Scrapheap Challenge, that's a good name for the challenge that we're undertaking" he said to me as we were walking away, "Just without the 'S'".