Richard Herring Is Stalking Me (and definitely not vice versa, honest)

Yesterday I bought my first ever copy of the 'i' newspaper. The selection process was entirely due to the price: 30p. This was because I had no intention of reading the newspaper. I just needed it so that I could indulge myself in a day of pointless CNPS. CNPS in turn was something I was doing entirely because of comedian Richard Herring.

I have actually already recognised that I am spending too much time reading his blogs and listening to his podcasts (although he is partly to be blamed for (a) being a talented comedian and (b) providing a lot of his output entirely for free), and have in recent days been trying to 'cut-down', instead choosing to revisit the marvellous Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy radio series.

So imagine my surprise when I realised that far from me stalking Richard Herring, he is in fact stalking me. This morning, I wearily decided to flick through my as-yet unread 'i' newspaper, only to find Richard Herring staring at me. The coincidence was literally too much for me to handle: a small piece about Richard Herring in a newspaper that I had bought solely for an activity that I learnt about from Richard Herring. I had to go and make myself a full-English breakfast (without beans) in order to recover.