For a recent Swap-bot swap I wrote a letter containing 100 lies. The one I got back was a little book with each page telling a new lie and a wee drawing which was a lot of fun but different to mine. I opted to make mine more of a story and doodled little pictures on the margins. Since it took a bit of time, was a challenge, and a bit of fun, I thought I'd share the letter I sent (minus the illustrations alas). So here it is - 100 lies and counting:
"My name is Dr.Timothy Blashford-Snell. No doubt you recognise it from my many memorable achievements. Or perhaps from listening to my award winning radio show called “Stupid Things People Say”. I’m sure you’ll have heard such classic episodes as “I’ve got knees!” and “We have two options but one of them means dressing as a pirate.” As you can imagine hosting the show is a huge amount of effort but I think it’s worth it for the joy I bring to my zillions of listeners.
Being on the radio means the public rarely get to appreciate my stunning good looks and magnificent moustache. So? I hear you say, being handsome and famous isn’t everything in life. You are of course completely correct, and it is through this letter I hope to demonstrate to you that I am so much more than a mere sex god.
What you may not be aware of is that I am also a very clever man – some might even call me a polymath. I’ve an undergraduate from Oxford University in Astrophysics. My PhD from Harvard resulted in my discovery a inhabited planet – home to the now infamous Space Monkey. Yet this was not my only scientific work, as an undergraduate I invented something I’m sure you use everyday – the pencil.
I was born in England, to an archaeologist father (it’s from him I get my wonderful moustache) and a mother whose role on site can now be best described as a forensic scientist (at the time such work was just starting to be defined). My childhood was spent travelling the world and helping to make new discoveries. I’ve been to Egypt, Nepal, Iran, Iraq, The Gambia, Wales, Peru but the list goes on and on. In each of these places we would be involved in the discovery, excavation and identification of human remains. At about the age of five my parents put me to work helping photograph and record.
I remember many happy afternoons spent playing in the dirt and trying to help reconstruct human remains. Of course it wasn’t always perfect, there was the time our dog (Whisky, a small grumpy Scottie Dog) pinched a femur from a Roman burial and refused to give it back. Lucky for us his love of haggis won the day and a plate of the stuff managed to lure him away from the bone. Then there was the time I accidentally trod on a skull after Dad had left it sitting behind me and forgotten to mention it. Still it was ok we managed to reconstruct it and Mum’s skills meant it looked like new.
Home schooled I learned my lessons from life and many of my experiences involved hanging with amazing people. At a film premier on the life of my Father ‘Archaeologist do it in a trench’ I was saved by Cary Grant - he told me one of my shoes laces was undone. Einstein hung out regularly over dinner (his favourite food was my wonderful Kung Po Chicken) and we’d discuss the wonders of the universe. In fact without me energy would never have equalled mc2 he was all stuck on badgers equalling and it and one night I just turned to him and said “Al” (that’s what I called him), “Al”, I said, “you need to rethink that idea, what about energy?” and that was that.
My desire to pursue a degree in astrophysics came from reading ‘The Little Prince’ by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. So inspired was I by this magical tale that I wanted to explore space for myself. Alas due to my wooden leg being an astronaut was never going to be an option, so through a telescope was close as I was ever going to get. After the excitement of discovering the Space Monkey home world (and the subsequent destruction of the Western Isles as result of miscommunication) I found myself looking for a new profession.
At that low point in my life I tried to escape with the help of alcohol but lucky for me it was during this phase in my life that I met Sophie (now my wife). A wonderful woman, we met at a bring your own Aardvark gathering and it was very much love at first sight. Our love for aardvarks might have brought us together but our passion for each other is what has kept us together all these years. I remember one Christmas around that low ebb when we were stuck in the Swiss Alps, after a rather ill fated ski trip (I’d broken my good leg). Sophie was an absolute star and kept me in hot toddy and bourbon creams for the duration of our stay.
It was thanks to Sophie that I managed to get my life back on track and it was her brother that gave me a job at his planetarium to help me get back on my feet. Though this was a short lived post, after an incident involving a lion and a chocolate biscuit, I once again found myself looking for a new direction. It was while hanging out in my local public library looking through the job adverts that a chance overheard conversation left me in fits of laughter and the seeds of an idea were planted. If I found the little snippet of conversation so funny perhaps others would be equally amused. So I started to record what I overheard people say in a little red book. I used a five star system and eventually compiled the best of the bunch into a bestselling book – “ “Pass me the Platypus” and other amusing things overheard in the Library”.
Based on the success of this venture not only were we able to afford to move out of my parents spare room again, I was approached about doing a radio show for the BBC. At first I was concerned over having enough content but I soon discovered that people are happy to share their overheard conversations (isn’t email and online networking a wonderful tool) and my weekly two hour show was filling itself easily.
So many opportunities have been made available to me as a result that I felt I must give back to the community and share my good fortune with others. Initially I gave money but it quickly became apparent that my fame could help the charities that I love more than my income ever could. As UN Ambassador for Children, I campaigned all over the world for the safety of children and their rights. One memorable trip took me out to Uganda where I helped to build a school for orphaned HIV/AIDS children.
Freshly inspired I ventured out to do more good deeds. After a chat with Dr. de Bono we decided to combine our talents and get peace in the Middle East. Now I can’t claim this was not a challenge but as my Mum always said ‘If it isn’t worth fighting for, it isn’t worth doing.” My work with Dr de Bono resulted in the ‘Marmite Solution’. I spoke at the UN, negotiated with the countries involved and my contribution was acknowledged at the time when I received a joint Nobel Prize for Peace with de Bono. We were featured on the cover of Life magazine, photographs and interview requests were a constant occurrence for about a year after. Now my role is mostly forgotten but the lasting peace is testament to my work.
After this amazing high I found myself looking for a new way to help the world. It was at that point that I returned to my science routes and tried to work out a way to make invisible clothes. My testing was originally done on rats in hats and while I could turn the rats temporarily purple by placing a hat on them, I was somehow unable to make the leap to invisibility. Then one day while drinking a cup of tea the answer came to me – leaping up (and spilling my tea) I ran to the lab and within ten minutes I had disappearing rodents. Though this in itself was problematic, as they had a habit of escaping and eating all my biscuits.
I created a bowler hat of invisibility for myself (and between you and me the UK government). As my Uncle Ben says ‘With great power comes great responsibility’ - so I started a life as a secret crime fighter linked with MI5. Q in the James Bond stories is actually based on me and my inventions. I also developed armour and non-lethal weapons to ensure that the UK Secret Service won’t be beaten. I consulted with some of the greatest minds on the subject including Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne. The government secrecy act allows me to keep this part of my life private which suits my current lifestyle well.
What with my radio show, public appearance s and secret service work there is little free time left. Sophie and I do enjoy a spot of camping now and then. Nothing like getting back to nature and cooking on an open fire. Have you ever eaten damper? It’s a wondrous Australian creation well worth making if you get a chance. I do love a spot of bird watching, I’m partial to birds beginning with the letter b, and have even been over (to places like Madagascar) to photograph them.
We are animal lovers and have range of animals including guinea pigs (James, Tiberius and Kirk), Komodo dragon (Brian) and a pixie (Mackenzie) that I discovered at the bottom of our garden last Tuesday. So far I’ve found Mackenzie to be very good with the others as long as he has his own bottle of milk and a plate of porridge every day.
That’s really it, now you know all about the real me. I’ve been told they are putting my faces on buses in the US in advance of my radio show being rolled out stateside this month. If not I’m sure it’s on iTunes these days if you fancy catching the show."