The Name Game

Frankie Lott is not my name.

It wouldn’t be my first or second choice for a stripper name either. I always thought I was more of an Emily. Or Natalie. Natalie is good. Sexy. Sounds like she would deliver a quality lap dance. I already want to be friends with Natalie.

I’ve decided to become a ghost author. As anticipated, my previous blog sky rocketed in views. The paps were onto me. I couldn’t go anywhere without being known. Almost daily people would point at me out on the tube and exclaim “it’s you!”. Usually this would be after someone had farted on the Northern Line at 6pm, but that’s irrelevant. I was a D- lister at a push.

In all seriousness, I’ve decided to go ghost in order to have some creative freedom without it biting me in the arse. Work, family, and close (valued) connections on linkedin, can all rest easy now knowing there’s no way people can send anthrax through the post any longer.

Can’t wait to get started. Watch this space.