This morning I dragged myself from my sick bed to attend a public meeting on a subject I feel strongly about. I stood up in front of the assembled throng and launched into a carefully prepared speech. My words were delivered concisely, eloquently and with fervour...until movement I saw from the corner of my eye distracted me. We have a town counciller who I don't know personally but he is a local nutter and appeared on TV last week on a programme about aliens, claiming his mother is an alien and he is frequently abducted and made to have sex with another alien. To my horror he was waving at me and when he caught my attention he gave me the thumbs up sign. I took a deep breath and prepared to continue until I realised that a TV camera was present and was panning between me and the nutter. At this point I lost it completely, squeaked and gibbered a few words of nonsense and then sat down very red faced.
mrs o firstly welcome back and secondly you have my sympathy , I watched this horrid little disillusioned man on the alien programme and when he said his wife was peeved at all this alien hanky panky, I thought my god has someone actually married this nerd ?then switched the tv off as he was getting on my nerves.
Sooooooooooooo, the underscore is there to anonymise you, Mrs Alien Overlord.
Well I for one bow down before you now please step away from the probes. :P