Just as well I’m thick-skinned, eh?
Those over-exuberant young scallywags at Shavers Weekly have speared me with satire in their latest, laugh-a-minute edition.
Everyone likes to be recognised for their work, so clearly this mud slinging comes as a bit of a job blow.
Despite the naughty allegations, I suppose it could have been worse.
After all, the schoolboy humour fuelled magazine labelled my fellow Edinburgh Now columnists as “boring” or “drunk”.
However, it does leave me wondering: just how could they have known about my, ah, special skill?
And with that spoiler out there, how am I possibly going to find an alternative party trick in time for the Christmas season?