You got it? I thought I'd be home before it got there.

If you send me King crisps I'll become a rich actor and marry you.

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I adore you! ADORE, I say!

Its about time! What else do I get for my license fee, eh? EH?!?

despite your attempts to keep poor M anonymous, you accidentally let her name slip and now I know your identity for definite! I have been following your literary brain vomit ever since I randomly found your sight a couple of weeks ago. I even emailed my brother to tell him about this hilarious site and have been regaling my long suffering aunt and uncle with pithy stories from your insightful and glorious blog. However, it dawned on me recently that I recognised some of the things you were saying and, much to my astonishment, I realised that this intelligent writer (whom I adore) is an acquaintance! Now that your ego has been well and truly preened (and perhaps your curiosity incited?), I shall leave you to your musings about the theological implications behind linking Izzy and Judas together as the most deceitful people in history. One might anally point out that the issue is voided as one is a character of fiction whilst the other is an historical figure (however even THAT could be disputed depending on what side of the fence one happens to be standing on with regards this particular issue. Those damn fences will forever be separating people…)

If O and G are indeed your initials then I'm stumped. I've just run through a name site to consider all the first names I know beginning with O. The only person with those initials that I can think of is my cousin...and I'm pretty sure you're not her.

Reveal yourself! (At least via email!)

PS: You can take my theological parallels, in general, with a salad bowl of salt.

Well it looks like there are at least TWO people so bored they are continually surfing sites today! My initials are not OG, but rather they are a nifty (albeit slightly precocious) reference to The Phantom of the Opera and his way of signing off a letter whilst retaining his anonymity.
I do not wish to keep you hanging, however I also wish to remain anonymous on this site and I do not know your email address so it appears that we have a conundrum. Unless I reveal something about myself that only you would know, so I’ll give it a go.

I met you and k outside a Mexican restaurant one evening a couple of years ago with my dad and brothers and said I would invite you over for dinner. You told L we were a family of charmers. I, by the way, had FULLY intended to follow up my offer of having you over for dinner but, as I am a procrastinator as well as a charmer, months past and it got far too embarrassing to do anything about it. So I extend to you my sincerest apologies. And, while I am in the process of confessions, I must also state that I have a card that I bought for you when you got married to k in order to congratulate you both and never sent it! It’s not that I’m a bad person, I just have bursts of meaning well which are quickly followed by severe bouts of apathy. It is a debilitating condition which I battle every day to keep under control (without the use of medication- thanks be to God) called laziness.

If my clever plan has worked, you now know who I am and are rejoicing at having such an esteemed member of society frequenting your blog. If you haven’t, then perhaps you are indulging in a little verbal exchange of woe with some frozen pizza (as you tend to do according to this weekend’s entry) Either of those suggestions is better than an amalgamation of the two which is that you DO know who I am and are reaching for the pizza as we speak…

O.H. would be more appropriate then? :)

Feel free to drop me a line at neuropraxis@gmail.com.

I'm kind of sad the mystery is over!