I was on the bus this afternoon when I got a text from Julie (my co-blogger from The Hand Mirror):
Hey is everything ok? Farrar has mentioned something about u getting arrested this weekI replied:
What? Where? Only excitement I've had this week is getting a warrant for my carWhich reflected my thought process pretty exactly.
She called me (which was really good, because I have no credit on my phone) and said DPF had twittered that he was wondering if Maia was going to be arrested this week.
I didn't think I was going to be arrested this week. I couldn't think of any reason to be arrested this week as opposed to any other week. I tried to think of a protest that I might be going on, and I couldn't think of one. I've spent quite a lot of time challenging the police these last few years. I couldn't rule out that they'd arrest me for something related (maybe DPF had a source in the solicitor generals office).
I was nowhere near a computer and I was going to get home for hours. I wanted to see the context, check the news, find out what was going on, but I couldn't.
I texted a whole bunch of people, and waited nervously for replied. One friend rang me, and confirmed about the twitter: "I also checked the news and there's nothing breaking about anything you've been involved in, or anything you might have been involved in, or anything the police might have mistakenly thought you've been involved in."
He offered to ring DPF, and I said yes. At this point I just wanted to know what was going on.
A few minutes later my friend rang back, he no logner sounded concerned:
It's all right. I should have guessed. He was talking about Maia from Shortland Street. And so now everyone is making fun of me.*
I'm not sure what the moral of this story is. Pick from the following:
- Try and avoiding sharing a name, or pseudyom with a character on a major Television show.*
- Try to keep up with general knowledge and pop culture, you never know when you may need it.
- Social networking sites have more pitfalls than you ever dreamed of.
- It's better safe than sorry.
*They might be making a little less fun of me if I didn't sort of make a habit of this sort of thing. A while ago I thought there was a serious chance of being arrested any day (I'll leave long time readers of the blog to try and figure out when that might have been). I was living alone and didn't want to get arrested and no-one know that it happened. So each night I set up a text message to ten of my friends saying: "police here, if you don't have another text message in ten minutes assume I am arrested." (You know where this is going right?) But I was tired, I wasn't going to bed early enough and I was finding it hard to get up. My alarm would go off and I'd hit the snooze button. So I stumbled out of bed, picked up my cell phone and accidentally pushed one of the buttons.
I watched the little sending message screen, and I couldn't make it stop. While I was writing a text message explaining what happened, my phone kept beeping with replies, and my home phone rang. Opps
* Talking of which, one of those arrested in the police raids in 2007 is called Omar. I watched the Wire alone, but because I like to talk about TV when I watched it I sent random text messages to my friend Larry who had lent me the DVDs. I started to worry that if the police were collecting my text messages they could completely misunderstand "I love Omar, he fucks shit up."