My Biggest Fan

aka A Rather Self-Congratulatory Post (feel free to skip it if self-congratulation makes you nauseous)


There was a great episode of Friends where Phoebe was confronted with a guy claiming to be her 'biggest fan'. Her response? "Oh my god, I've always wanted to meet you!" (turns out he was mistaking her for a porn star, but that's not the point).

Anyway, today I had an email from my 'biggest fan' (he loves my '...', amongst other things...). I've never been so flattered.

One of the things I love about this blog, apart from getting my random thoughts down in some semblance of order, and of course the fact that it excuses my current lack of creativity where the novel is concerned, is the emails that it generates. I do love 'meeting' new people.

I've had emails from people in countries as diverse as Australia, Japan, Germany, and Iceland. I'm in slightly bewildered amazement that my rantings could have interested anyone, apart from maybe Jellie, let alone prompted complete strangers to write emails. Most have been lovely endorsements of what I do - and no writer can honestly claim they don't love a few of those! But during the debt crisis I also received some invaluable free legal advice from lawyers Martin and Kate in the UK, and some sound financial advice from financial advisor Lucas in Australia. Not to mention the wonderful peek inside Natwest's call centre, which made me laugh and despair at the same time, from someone I won't name in case she loses her job!

So thank you. I'm amazed/amazingly grateful for every email I've had.

And of course thanks to Matthieu, my biggest fan. You're probably a fruit loop (you'd have to be to think I'm worthy of a 'biggest fan'), but you put a very big smile on my face this morning. These dots are for you...