Since I indirectly suggested Google-searching my name in my column Tuesday, there's an off chance this blog will see a few more visitors than usual today. For the sake of maintaining my employment, I should point out that this blog is in no way affiliated with my benevolent employer. Nothing here should be seen as a reflection of the opinions of the fine people who run whichever of the 73 websites where you found my column. If it were up to those people, I would have been fired long ago. But because I am almost certainly a whiny-boy socialist America-hater (aren't all members of the media?), inevitably I would try to claim anti-Welsh discrimination, and drag the ACLU into the deal.
If you are a regular reader of my column (both of you), you may be saddened to see that on this blog I use inappropriate language from time to time. My grandmother says I am better than this, but, in the words of my Papa, "sometimes it just fits."
Or, it's possible you've come here via my Welsh blog, which has gained a wee bit of attention today because I'm a BBC success story.
The right person in the organization heard that I had taught myself Welsh almost exclusively using their Learn Welsh tools, so a press release was issued today and I spent much of my morning chatting amiably about the qualities of the BBC. I feel like a tool, but I also feel that I owe the BBC bigtime for teaching me Welsh. Obviously I don't have a TV license, so that's £759 ($1,324.47) the BBC has missed out on over the going-on-six years that I've been using the Learn Welsh site.
That would be a bargain-basement education, anyway -- $19 a month for something that has completely changed the direction of my life. That's the way they would sell it on U.S. public television; by attempting to create a direct product/dollar relationship. They always say things like, "We can't continue to bring you quality programming like (the program you were watching before they interrupted to give you a 30-minute spiel) without your donation."
The only thing I really watch on PBS, though, is "EastEnders," the episodes of which are aired here some five years after the fact. That's worth $10 a year, I'd say. I'll throw in an additional $60 for "Frontline."
But, as I say, I haven't given a dollar or a pound or a peso to the BBC; so, I have a moral obligation to big them up at any opportunity. BBC rocks your socks, bitches.
Still, I think I should be added to the BBC payroll as someone they can drag out to sing their praises: "Hi, I'm Chris. The BBC helped me become the person I am today. If more Americans were like me, jihadists wouldn't be so angry with the West. Please pay your TV license fees."
I was interviewed a number of times today. You can hear my yammering in Welsh on Tuesday's Post Prynhawn (at time mark 18:52), or in English on tomorrow morning's Good Morning Wales. I'll also be mentioned in two stories that I'll have the links to on Wednesday.
I think that pretty much ranks as 14½ minutes more fame than I deserve.