What made you choose bobo192 as your login name?

Answer 1

Welcome to Interviews with Bobo192! Dramatic drumbeats courtesy of Miles Davis' session drummer Jack DeJohnette, and we're on in five, four, three, two... *film bleeps and cuts cinematically* An interviewer walks on carrying one 3" x 5" card. I get the feeling this will be a short one. I hope so - I didn't take a bathroom break beforehand.

Interviewer: So, you call yourself what?

Interviewee: Bobo192.

Interviewer: O RLY? *owl-like pose*

Interviewee: Ya rly!

Interviewer: Mais, pourquoi?

Interviewee: Well, it's a long story.

Harp sound effects follow and the scene is set to a warm August day in 1987. Little did I know that the events of the next month were to change my life, but that's another story for another day. Paul McCartney agrees, but his saying so would cost us in royalties, and in these cost-cutting times, we're on too tight a budget for that.

I continued. "Well..." I said, ponderously, "When I were a lad..." (Up in my part of the world they never taught us proper grammar, as fees to what we called Bad Grammar Schools were much cheaper and such places were much more readily available than those at regular Grammar Schools), "I were bein' babysat by a young lass by t'name of Annie. She were a kindly slip o' a thing when she took me on, patience of an angel, pitchforks of... well, a keen agriculturalist, as luck would have it."

"On came the television. Down was thrown the pitchfork. Thankfully no injuries were suffered, and all relevant chaos and mess was cleaned up and dealt with efficiently by my efficient butler. Or maybe it was a duck in a vampire suit, I was too young at the time to be paying attention. Eitherway I was mesmerized by the pretty colours."

"A shrill voice shouted triumphantly, 'Bobo!' and, in my innocence, I reached for the nearest maraca, jumped up on the armchair with my left arm outraised, pretended to be the Statue of Liberty. My brief moment in the sun was over as I realized the voice on the television was neither referring to me or able to hear my voice on the other end."

"My babysitter's ears pricked up from the other end of the room as she was unsure as to what was going on. She thought she had recognized the voice as my own, and put it down to me talking to myself. 'Who was that?' she laughed. I turned away bashfully and continued to watch my show."

"Alas, the name and the story stuck with me since..."

Next week... many more interviews, and a copious amount of cake! Roll the credits!