Picture this. It’s the year 2000 and I’m working as a webby person at some agency and I’m fucking miserable. I’m so bored of bashing out websites for corporate clients, I spent most of my time pretending to work, but secretly cooking-up evil plots to fill the internet with weird crap.
Then a small monkey tells me there’s a pop-gossip newsletter called Popbitch, sounds fun, so I sign up.
The first newsletter pops into my inbox and there’s a joke. The joke makes me laugh so much that I forward it to my mates going, “I got this from Popbitch. Great joke.”
But it doesn’t end there. I send fan mail to the site and offer a few thoughts on why I like it. A dialogue opens with the mysterious person who signs their emails “Popbtich xx.”
Eventually the mystery reveals as I’m invited for a drink and it turns out it’s a bloke called Neil who, when not revealing the foulest gossip known to man, is running a project for a magazine company on “interesting things to do on the internet.”
He asks me to work for his department and help think up the future. Of course we all got sacked but B3ta came from it.
And the joke that changed my life?
My dog’s got no nose. How does it smell? Like Daniella Westbrook.
Ims til lwaiting for that moment to arrive, too many ideas to actually get something off the ground, Fair play :o)