I am famous.

No, wait; not that sort of famous. No one is queuing outside my door to get my autograph in the morning or climbing my back fence to catch half-naked photos as I dash through the kitchen on a 2am emergency chocolate run. Er, not that I do that. Nope.

Where was I? Oh yes.

I am currently the number one hit on Google for chickeny. If you know me or you have read the post on the other side of that link then you know exactly how ironic that is. To this day, I still do not eat chicken, yet I am now the world’s expert on things “chickeny”.

Mr Intertron, you never cease to amuse me.