This afternoon, somebody mistook me for Jodie Marsh. Which was… unexpected.
It probably explains much if I say that the mistaken identity revolved around mobile phone numbers, and not actual physical appearance. And before you start tapping around variations on number – no, you fools, it’s not that simple. It involves a current colleague of mine who used to work with Jodie, a new mobile phone, and… you know what? It’s just not as fun when you know what actually happened, OK?
I got mistaken for Jodie Marsh. Just leave it at that.