These things have happened to me in the last few days of covering the p2 column:
1. Had a handwritten letter addressing me as “Mr”. My big fat (female) face is on that page, friend. There’s even a hint of cleavage. Jesus.
2. An old lady called me up to ask me if I was from New Zealand because her dead husband was Maori and she was convinced I was. I’m not, neither am I a man but thanks for asking.
3. A keen reader sent an email that started “what was XXXXX (me) thinking? Something something something your column is shit etc. It made no sense. Cool story, bro. Appreciate your input. Arse.