that awkward moment when you turn up to an event that you've been invited to as a blogger - not that i believe that for one second, guaranteed there was a
huge amount of insta-begging involved in her receiving tickets - and, since no-one has a clue who you are, they take one look at you in your ridiculous gold gaudy tinfoil dress, so rabid with excitement at the idea if seeing robbie that you're almost frothing at the mouth, and assume that you must be the competition winner, apparently because "you look so excited to be out of the house" - nah babs, more like because you look so tacky and bloody desperate!
babs appears to be under the impression that, as a blogger, she is somehow above a mere competition winner by default - as though she's the only blogger they invited to the event! just bloody get over yourself, babs! although this does explain why when she; emma conway, 41, ex-religious education teacher with a degree in philosophy arrived, she was secretly fuming not to be immediately recognised - a level of respect she clearly believes she is entitled to since she is a literal KWEEN - and concealed her fury by hysterically re-telling the competition winner story. that sense of entitlement, and the belief that you are more worthy than someone else simply because you believe your job means you deserve fame and recognition utterly disgusts me. babs is so up herself; she looks down on people - as though the competition winner is going to stand out in the crowd, so out of place amongst a room full of famous bloggers! oh no, wait - it's you in the bacofoil dress, babs!
obviously the cringe factor of this story is entirely lost on babs, who thinks the error was H.I.L.A.R.I.O.U.S, sheer comedy gold, and cackles rapidly as she explains what happened. which means that, lucky us, we get treated to faces such as this:
As much as she’s laughing in that story inside she will have, and probably still is, fuming and shooketh that the woman in the ticket office did not instantly recognise Emma fanny wipe Conway.
YES. literally this. she refuses to accept she's a literal nobody. i can actually imagine her standing there, looking at them and bellowing "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!", chucking a packet of wet wipes at them and storming past them, head held high, dragging her mortified kids along behind her.
she genuinely seemed to believe and expect that she
should be recognised, as she seemed to believe she was the only blogger who had been invited, slumming it amongst the riff-raff - like that competition winner!