A dictionary definition for you:
schadenfreude \SHAHD-n-froy-duh\, noun:
A malicious satisfaction in the misfortunes of others.
I'm not sure if I'm being overly sensitive due to too many late nights, and a recent lack of vitamin B1 intake by not eating anything green, but the lack of sponsorship I have received up to this point, (see www.justgiving.com/greetingthe500) leads me to believe that friends and family view my bizzare project as something of a joke. Some of the replies that I received after I sent out an email to a number of people last Friday appear to back this point up.
replies ranged from:
- One friend kindly telling me to "P**s off !" without a hint of irony.
- Another suggetsing "Spending 6 months trying to shake the hands of celebrities. I can't think of a better way of spending your time" with a vast amount of irony.
- A member of my immediate family repeatedly calling me a "star-plucker" or words to that effect.
It's all a bit depressing really, and I feel like swearing right now but I'm not going to do so here because, like Wee Jimmy Crankie's idiot brother, it's not big and it's not clever. Come to think of it, in the case of Wee Jimmy Cranky, "it" is the operative word.
Anyway, as I write this, I can hear a TV advert behind my left ear with the sumptuous Ella Fitgerald claiming that fish in the sea, rivers running free and blossom on a tree all know how she/(I) feels. That's cheering me up, although somehow I don't think they do know how I feel. Particularly fish with their alleged 3 second memories.
so anyway, what has happened so far.......
Well Friday saw me send out the first of my letters (for a copy of my standard letter see the bottom of this page). I thought it made sense to send the first batch to those who write for the Sun, the Mirror and the Evening Standard, as well as to Members of Parliament, as the addresses for all of these are pretty obtainable. Ergo sum, the following of the 500 should have received/be receiving my letter in the next day or so:
Tony Benn, Tony Blair, Jeremy Clarkson, Sebastion Coe, George Galloway, A.A.Gill, William Hague, Boris Johnson, Charles Kennedy, Victor Lewis Smith, Richard Littlejohn, John Major, Piers Morgan, Tony Parsons, Will Self, Brian Sewell, Margaret Thatcher, Rebecca Wade, A.N.Wilson, Quentin Wilson and Lord Woolf....
On receiving an odd request from some strange nobody, who on earth knows how they will react. I am aware that the above list of odd bedfellows only amounts to 21 of my 500 but I am off the opinion softly softly catchy monkey, and more importantly, I've run out of stamps.