You’ve always got to go with your gut feeling.

Back in May I mentioned that I thought I was being stalked by a guy impersonating the guy who fronts the UK version of Who Wants To Be A Millionaire.

Turns out, I was not entirely wrong.

A couple of fellow bloggers, clearly bored in the drunken early hours of an English morning, decided to long-distance prank call the D-Man, pretending to be Millionaire and former Capital Radio FM host Chris Tarrant, phoning from the UK radio station.

The guy did an excellent job executing the phone call, despite it being one of the more bizarre conversations I’ve had, prompting me to state at one stage “This is a prank, isn’t it?”.

Some of the things he mentioned during the call didn’t match up when I went to check them out straight after. Also the phone number he’d called from didn’t match up with any of those listed by the station.

But then I called up the chick who’d organised the whole thing.
After her seventh or eighth proclamation of innocence and “swear to God, I’m not bullshitting… I wouldn’t lie to you about something like this” and “Honest to God, I did not hire anyone to call you”, I allowed myself to believe her.
(Although I still sent her messages weeks after, asking whether she was having me on. She maintained that she was not.)

A few days ago, this dastardly duo again tried calling me, presumably to have another crack at pranking my ass. And they might have succeeded, had my phone not been disconnected.
See, sometimes being a useless slack-ass pays off.

The thing is, a joke ain’t really a joke unless the person who you’re laughing at knows that you’re laughing at them.
And so, these Prank-Calling Monkeys -- no longer able to contain themselves -- have come clean. Albeit months later.

BASTARDS!!!

(These are my kind of people.)

Still, Milky & Stan – I refer you to my April Fools Day entry, and the bit where it mentions how I’m a very hypocritical, vengeful creature, who only finds pranks funny if I’m doing them to someone else.

To emphasise my point, I would now like to announce to the cyberworld that I am willing to pay good money to anyone who can reliably inform me of when Milky is due to return to the country, or when Stan is expected back here for another diving trip.

I have some friends in the NZ Customs Department that I would like them to meet…

Moral: He who laughs last … better bloody not be ME!