The problem with having a secret internet life, with alternative names and activities, is remembering that not everyone knows it.
Recently in our house Tingirl and I were looking through the massive book mountain that has grown in the hall outside my bedroom door for a particular book. One of the books in the pile was Philip Pullman’s book The Tin Princess.
”Look, Honey, that’s you,” I said, and exactly as I said it I thought ”she has no idea she’s called Tingirl.”
She looked at me as if I was an idiot which, in fairness, at that moment I was.
Then last night Tinson1 arrived home from college, and I asked him how was Archery Class. Again, I realised one millisecond too late that it was Bardson1 in my Shakespeare post who is actually learning archery.
I wonder do superheroes have this problem?
”Bruce, did you watch The Apprentice last night?”
”Of course not, Mother, you know I was saving Gotham from Catwoman.”
”What did you say?”
”Er, I said I was waving my bottom at a fat woman.”
”Really, Bruce, it’s time you got a girlfriend.”