Dreadful Nonsense

Strange as it may seem to the many of you that hold me as an example of how to live the perfect life, with the greatest use of time and energy, I still have some ambitions that I would like to fulfill. Happily, I've already covered some in the brief, twenty something years I've been alive, and all without breaking a single wrinkle across my smooth forehead (unlike Mrs D who is a wrinkled old crone. Hello Mrs D!).

Some of those already achieved include:
To have my name appear in television credits
To appear on television, in any matter whatsoever
To see my name in print
To see my name on a poster
To speak as a guest on a national radio show

Some that still need achieving include:
To have a book dedicated to me
To be thanked in the thanks part of a book

These two came flooding back to me yesterday when I was standing in a book shop in Dun Laoghaire clutching the second edition of a historical biography written by a friend of a friend. I cracked open the book to have a look at the dedications, and noticed that lovely Patrick had gone on and on a bit with the thank you section. This, I presume, is because it's a second edition, and he can do what he likes. Reading the thank you section to his friends was like reading a list of the people I hung around with about seven years ago. Actually, not just "like" that. It was exactly that. In alphabetical order.

My name, it need not be pointed out, wasn't there. And I wouldn't expect it to be, at all, since lovely Patrick is very much in the friend of a friend category of people I know, and could very well be attributed with the telling of any number of urban myths.

But I would ask if any one of the people reading this are on the brink of publishing a book, do please include my name in the list of thank yous. I'm not asking that you dedicate it to me. Although, of course you can if you like. Of course.

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Dreadful Nonsense

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