Busted

I was sitting in my living room this afternoon, enjoying the weekend, when all of a sudden my roommate says to me: "I found out something about you this week."

Uh-oh. I try and act casual.

"Oh yeah?" says I. "What?"

He chuckles. I get nervous. He chuckles again. I get more nervous. Trying to sound nonchalant I announce that the guy that played Kenickie in Grease died. He's still chuckling. Finally, he speaks.

"Where do you put your hands?" Huh? Where do I put my hands? I try and think of an incident where perhaps I touched raw chicken and then chopped some vegetables without washing my hands. I quickly pushed that scenario out of mind as I reminded myself that I don't cook.

"Or what was it? WWBD?" Shit.

As the realisation dawns on me that my roommate has discovered WWBD? I frantically think of any blog posts I may have written that include him in them. I don't think there are any. My second immediate concern is that he might have come across it by googling me. He didn't. Whew. There are a lot of people I don't want reading this.

He found it because he glanced at my computer once and saw the title. He likes blogs so googled it, only to discover the truth. He's promised not to tell anyone and he's also said he won't read it any more (I have my doubts about that one). I don't mind that much, it's just a bit strange him knowing about it.

I decided to blog about the incident so asked my roommate to choose his pseudonym. He's decided on Rufus.

And as I told Rufus, he needs to at least get it right. It's what do you do with your arms.

And the Oscar goes to...

Let's face it. WWBD? is a work of genius. It is only a matter of time before some literary agent discovers us- dating disasters, imaginary boyfriend, drunk dials, and all. Obviously we will all be flown to LA where the four of us shall all meet each other (apart from Vi who has met everyone!) and pour over our entries, deciding what ones need to go into THE BOOK: 'What do you do with your arms?'

After taking the difficult decision to go public with our true identities we will go on a whirlwind press tour promoting what the New York Times and Oprah is sure to call: "the greatest book of our time". The book shoots to the top of the bestseller list and remains there even with competition from JK Rowling who writes an 8th Harry Potter book solely to try and get rid of us.

Where there is a bestselling book there has to be a best-selling movie. And, just to complete the dream, Violet, Scarlet, Grayer and Fenella win the Oscar for 'best original screenplay.' (Oh and I meet Chris Pine during our whirlwind publicity tour. Obviously he falls head over heels in love with me).

Now ladies we need some casting! Suggestions so far include:

Violet - Anne Hathaway
Fenella - Amy Adams (love her but she might be a bit old to portray a 23 year old...)
Grayer - ?
Scarlet - ?
The Dark Horse - ?
Conrad - ?
etc.....

And may I suggest, if you are incredibly bored at work (which in case you can't tell, I normally am!) daydream about your wardrobe for the press tour and award shows. It's fun.