I seem to have some really odd Special Powers. I can walk into a strange pub, buy the last few tickets for the meat raffle, and win — much to the chagrin of the regulars. I can also create inappropriate mental images which then persist.
Like “masturbating to tentacle pr0n”.
Yesterday, I made an offhand comment on Twitter to writer John Birmingham (pictured), who had the misfortune of having to watch the Hey Hey It’s Saturday reunion special last night.
This morning, his column Hey, it wasn’t that bad, quotes me by name.
It is, as I say, a Special Power.