Centre of My Own Universe

Oh, I'm a popular lass, I am, I am. I'd never realised this before, being a rather solitary type, but I have to tell you my Inbox is busier than Fridays at Flinders Street Station. There's nothing else for it: people love me.

Here are just a few of the admirers I have to thank for my new-found and jubilant recognition of social worth:

• Inconspicuousness J. Headfirst
• Giannini Bellantoni Boutros Bielecki
• Green Rad Maurio Rose
• Pennig Munoz Molokov Wolfgang
• Botner Holly
• Oyarzun Sommer Hung Novikov
• Radulescu Iulian
• Prinz Thompson Dimitrov Glasson
• Vasilica Trammell
• Colston Castro Sanusi Elhawat
• Garrido Kartashov Scribante Powell
• George Aguinaldo Bokuchava Salois
• Counterrevolution Q. Containment
• Gennady Stickle
• Fiddlers D. Alphabetically
• Sanusi Danlas Chuks
• Disgleirio Cohrs

Now, some bitter and envious toads have tried to tell me that these loving friends do not exist, that they are merely aliases devised in a cynical attempt to part me from my hard-earned. Begone, vile fiends! If these people don't exist, how come they email me every day? Hmmm?!

That's the thing about life at the top of the tree; there's always some monkey trying to knock you down.