I Don't Even Know What To Say Here.

[rionaleonhart]

why do I not have a scanner


Dear Harriet.

Many thanks for the quite excellent ukelele, which is certainly the loveliest I have ever received. And apologies for taking so long to thank you, but I have only just discovered your kind letter again. As I am utterly unmusical, and as my PA was eyeing it most greedily, I allow him to play on it and have passed on your tuning tips. So thank you from both of us.

Have a wonderful 2010 and I hope it's full of beautiful ukelele music.
- Derren x


I thought it was from one of you until I hit 'tuning tips' and realised none of you would have known I included some. Also that few of you would have taken the trouble to prepare beautiful custom stationery with his name and his agent's details on it. (I find it hilarious that this is exactly the language of the letters I've received from mock Derren Browns, though. You guys are obviously excellent at characterisation!)

Oh, and I was so embarrassed about the ukulele-sending, and I felt I'd made a complete tit of myself, and he must be so busy (he's touring at the moment, isn't he?) and yet he's written an actual letter of thanks in response. That is just ridiculously lovely of him.

asdfjkgjadfghadfjhgfhgh I am actually shaking.

Comments

[twilit-wanderer.livejournal.com]

oh, my gosh, that is adorable and so very awesome! aww!

[twilit-wanderer.livejournal.com]

Delayed thought here, you don't suppose it's the same PA who looks like you? Or who is perhaps you, made to forget your double-life, thus maybe explaining the eying of the ukulele?

[rionaleonhart]

Oh, it'll definitely be the PA who looks like me. This really is making me wonder whether we are in fact the same person.

[amy-wolf.livejournal.com]

You have to admit, Derren Brown's idea of a hilarious prank would be giving Coops an alternate identity as a twenty-year-old female university student (or giving you an alternate identity as Derren's male assistant), keeping you/him completely unaware of it, planting the whole "Send a ukulele" idea in your head, watching as Coops/you went "Ooh, a ukulele!", and writing a letter to you telling you about it, knowing you'll never believe in the connection, even if you make it.