holy who?
Teg and I had an idea for a way to invite people to our party. The idea stagnated slightly over a weekend's mountain biking in and around Norfolk. We returned late and hastily recorded a video to put on YouTube so we could tell our friends to watch it. It contained details of the party, where it was, what time and so on. It also contained a few in-jokes, me saying "yes dear" to Teg rather a lot, that sort of thing. I deliberately included no tags and disallowed comments or ratings: this was a video for our friends.

Some random interweb punter, no doubt either slacking at work or slacking at finding work, searched YouTube for either the word "party" or "invitation" and came up with our video. Thinking it was somehow comedy genius, he submitted it to a popbitch-wannabe "celeb gossip" apology for a website. I'd never heard of the site before; it appears to have slightly evolved from somewhere in primary school where people haven't yet learnt to use lower case or paragraphs, think celebrity is the ultimate pursuit and that monosyllabic swearing is the highest form of communication.

We've taken the video down. It had nearly 3000 views and my Junk Mail filter had around 40 requests for comments on the video, each one of them requiring little less than knee-jerk moronic "I don't understand" thinking.

Yes, we're from the South. Yes, one of us is an actor. Yes, we're probably middle class. Yes, we made the mistake of including Teg's email address and a phone number on a public interwebs, and I stupidly used words in the title and description rather than a random string of text that was unlikely to show up on search results.

But if you don't know who we are, you're not invited.