I still can't believe it, especially seeing the standard of shortlisted 'competitors' for the 2010 Golden Twits, but yes I really did win the Golden Twit for 'Weird' and another, though I shared it jointly with Aleksandr Orlov (yes, THE Meerkat) for 'Humour' in 2009.
Don't believe me?
Here are the full results:
And here look, I even got my name in the Guardian!
My name appeared in the Guardian followed by "(weird)" - how cool is that! :)
Unfortunately I don't have either of the chunky plastic awards that I saw others collecting via the live streaming of the awards ceremony because when it happened in London last year, I'd already moved to the USA.
I did ask The Drum, who organise the Golden Twits if they could send some verification to my UK home but nothing arrived and after much pestering they sent me a link to their Golden Twit logo which they said I could use on my Twitter page. But the logo just said Golden Twits on it, nothing about being an award winner. It just advertised their awards so I declined to display it. The mountain of tweets I'd annoyed my friends and followers with in the previous few months drumming up support for the Golden Twits was well enough publicity for them I thought if they couldn't even be bothered to create an award winners logo.
I notice that when you hit the link to my name on the award results page now it no longer links to my twitter page but goes straight to their 2010 website...
I think you'll understand why this year I didn't enter and didn't go through all the repeated begging to friends and followers to vote for me...
Aaaaaaanyway, the facts that I'm still dining out on from this experience are:
- my tweets, at least in 2009, were funnier than Duncan Bannatyne's from whose icecream vans I used to buy icecreams in Stockton-on-Tees. (He got a 'commendation').
- my tweets, at least in 2009, were equally as funny as Aleksandr Orlov from comparethemeerkat.com.
- Aleksandr the Meerkat is allegedly 'looking after' our Golden Twit and has had Sergei build a trophy cabinet for it. We did for a while tweet the possibility of pistols at dawn to decide who should have ultimate control of the award (there can be only one) but luckily for both of us the duel never came to be and the Police and CPS didn't spot our tweets discussing killing each other.
- I am probably about to hand my Golden Twit Weird 'crown' over to a dead Princess Diana....as if she needs any more tiaras.
- I am probably going to hand over my half-share Golden Twit Humour 'crown' to Gene Hunt, who will probably use it to shove down the scrawny throat of the next tea leaf he arrests or possibly loan it to Bolly Knickers. (I do realise that most of the references will mean ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to my American readers, sorry, I promise I'll talk about Thanksgiving soon).
- Another person high in the running to inherit my half of the Golden Twit Humour 'crown' is the great and mighty wit of Richard Herring who would want it but not as much as he wants the moon on a stick. I miss Fist of Fun :(
So anyway, there you go. A year has gone. The results of the Gold Twits will be announced in London at a slap-up meal on Thursday 25th November from 8pm. I shall be cooking a large turkey, creaming corn and baking a pumpkin pie and wondering how they're going to get an award up to Diana in Heaven... (told you I'd talk about Thanksgiving, I don't like to disappoint).