In the Sunday Times article about the World Memory Championship yesterday, I'm described as "a bespectacled, slightly plumper version of the actor Rick Moranis". The writer of the article, who also believes that all memory competitors use a memory method called "mind mapping", has never met me (we talked on the phone for five minutes), and so I'm surprised to find that he thinks I'm plump. Or more so than Rick Moranis, anyway. Okay, I probably am, but how dare he conclude that I'm plump just based on the pictures of me that appeared in the Telegraph and the Mail? Everyone knows that their cameras add ten pounds and an opinion about illegal immigrants.
Well, according to the same article, we can expect to "temporarily lose between 4lb and 9lb of weight each day" we're out there, so when I come home three stone lighter, Rick Moranis will be the slightly plumper version of Ben Pridmore. Still, he's not the only person I've been compared to lately - the woman who arranged the interview on Central News insisted (before meeting me) that I'm a dead ringer for David Gest. I don't see that at all (although I've admittedly only seen one photo of him, I had no idea who he was and had to pretend I knew what everyone was talking about and then look him up when I got home - I don't watch "I'm A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here").
Another thing that Rick Moranis and David Gest have in common is that they're 54 years old. I'm thirty.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Last night's blog was genuinely written by my brother, it wasn't me being silly. Normal blogging service will resume tomorrow! And then stop a couple of days later, because I'm flying to Bahrain on Wednesday and I don't know whether I'll be able to keep in touch while I'm there...