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Hello, my name is Matt, and I am a Whoser. As a proud son, inhabitant and resident of the United Kingdom's green and pleasant land, I feel fortunate enough to have watched the show practically from day one, though my intense, anorakky interest in the programme really started from series 3, by which time I had started to realise Paul Merton was developing into a demi-God of comedy. I was right. When I get hold of a fascination for something, my ability to digest and memorise all aspects of it is second to none. This was pointed out by my despairing father on a number of occasions during my later teenage years, when I was able to sing back every March or American Musical in the show's history, or tally up how many times Tony Slattery had seated himself in the fourth chair, but was less than able to recite or revise various Shakespeare quotes which I was allegedly perusing for A-level examination purposes. I scraped through my exams, thankfully, but life was always made worthier by the antics of John Sessions or Mike McShane than any 16th century romanticised claptrap from Britain's most criminally overrated playwright. One day our schools will plonk the works of Johnny Speight, or Galton & Simpson or John Sullivan on the desks of literary-minded youngsters, as opposed to a four hundred year old in-bred irrelevance who is propped up by the taxpayer on the ridiculous, classist proviso that anything old must be good. But I digress.

By the time the show hit New York, I was amassing a stack of episodes on my expanding blank-tape collection and revolving my Friday nights around the show, when as a student, I should have been out drinking, partying and meeting members of the opposite sex. Setting the video timer was never good enough - such activity meant I found myself not concentrating on my nightclub flirtations or ability to perform the correct mid-inebriation choreography for "Hear The Drummer Get Wicked" because I was too busy wondering whether Sandi Toksvig had made a balls-up of her Gospel of if Jim Sweeney had finally earned himself a credit reading. Also, video timer recording meant clogging up two minutes of valuable tape-space with commercials, which was unacceptable. So my social life was downgraded during my student years if Channel 4 were screening a season, though in the event of having to watch a recording after a night out, I did so at the expense of my sleep pattern and studies, and those of my flatmates whose own nocturnal activities were disturbed by my laughter. However, I made up for my less than outgoing nature hugely after the end of a series, though I never stopped re-watching the recordings.

The interest continues to this day, though the sell-out to the States has disappointed me, partly because of the replacement of Clive Anderson, but mainly because the British audience has been left behind by admittedly admirable marketing and sell-offs. After all, business is business. However, I maintain my nostalgic reminiscencies towards the show's great early days, though every moment spent in London recording studios making it up on the spot are fondly remembered, and my episode collection backs that up. I finally joined the real world and bought a computer in the autumn of 1998, locating Mark Longmuir's site made in heaven a few months later which took me into the clan of Whosers. I consider myself lucky to have found fellow fanatics in all corners of the globe, and as a rare British member of the clique, I have a huge sense of pride that the programme was born in a smoke-filled production office in this fine country, yet is now spoken about by many nationalities as if it were their own. God Save The Queen.

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Hello, my name is Micaelita, (aka Michelle) and I am a Whoser. I am 83 years old ( 25 in heels), by day I hang suspended for the CN tower looking for Whosers, by night I train an elite squad of Kalahari assassin beetles. My hobbies are being covered in Haddock Gel and rolled in Twiglets. I don't watch WLIIA any longer (after my tumultuous afair with A.Hahn ended and the National Guard had to be called in). Truth be told, I like dancing barefoot on the beach in the moonlight.

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Hello, my name is Michelle (aka Shella) and I am a Whoser. I guess you could say I'm a relative newcomer to the whole Whoser phenomenon because I just started watching the show in the summer. I started off watching the U.S. version, and then when I moved away to college a floor-mate told about the U.K. version and I was immediatley hooked! My favourite contestants are Ryan, Colin, Tony and Stephen Fry. Can't wait for the Convention this summer! Terrah for now!

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Hello, my name is Monika, and I am a Whoser. I was sitting in the living room reading a book when some new summer series came on the TV. I put down the book and saw Drew Carey, and the guy who played Lewis on the Drew Carey Show. And some other guys I'd never seen before. (I don't have cable, so I'd never seen the British WLiiA? on Comedy Central.) As I watched these guys play these weird games, I was laughing like crazy after each and every game! I watched every week until the fall season started and DLiiA? stopped its summer run. And when the show returned in December, I was hooked. Then one day I was randomly surfing the net when I cam across a message board of WLiiA? fans. Little did I know I'd found a wonderful, crazy, zany, lovable bunch of friends that I love and treasure now more than ever. And I met so many at WhoserCon, and I can't wait for the next one! And meeting Colin was a thrill, too! Whosers rock!

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