Got Me Twitter Back, Innit!

FINALLY, after THREE months of *slog.* Three months of stress. A moment where I thought I was gonna give up…and then a fire in my soul that refused to let a con artist, a criminal and basic idiot called Dee Edmonds win.

FINALLY after all that, I won my verified Twitter account back, after he had PR’ed me under false pretences, stolen my account from me (I woke up one morning and he had changed my email address and password, so I no longer had access to my account. Then used my account, whilst impersonating me to DM hundreds of other people, some who wanted to start out in the business, others were verified accounts. He pretended to be me. Everyone thought it was me, because the account was very active and well, you see a ‘blue tick’ and an @chrissiewunna and you would assume that it really was me right..and not some strange man, pretending to me, after hacking and stealing my account.

He then tried to make them sign up to a fake agency (made it look as though I was recommending and referring him) and took a bunch of money from people, ripped them off and used my account and used my name to do it.

He had made people so angry at me that they were threatening to stab me… They didn’t know it wasn’t actually me… People were threatening the lives of my children & I. He put us all in danger.

He thought he was gonna win because he thought i’d given up. It affected my brand, my reputation, my business, my personal life and family….I wasn’t giving up at all. I’m not that person. I wanted to make him think that he was winning, because he wasn’t smart enough to refrain from tripping up.

(The entire time Wazza, who runs this site and I were trying to go higher and higher up the Twitter ranks to make sure it got sorted appropriately…not because it’s just ‘naughty’…IT’S ILLEGAL.)

It wasn’t easy because I kept getting an automated response, so no one was really looking at my problem and sorting it out. I mean, they must obviously get a lot of this. What made it worse was that DEE, had a copy of my ID, that he apparently needed to send someone at Insta. (He then went on to form a fake Insta profile of me, asking people to pay him money to apparently watch me do a nude webcam. I don’t know how he was gonna do that? I would never do a webcam. But my followers screenshot all his messages & sent them to me, whilst asking if it was real. Even they noticed it felt odd. Dee would spent his time trying to hit on me via WhatsApp any time I was in London. I thankfully ignored him. Can you imagine what he could have done to me!?!)

Insta shut him down, as soon as I reported him. They were having none of it.

Twitter…because the account was verified and he had standard ID…didn’t.

So basically for three months he could use my Twitter account, with my ID and scam people. I had to THEN prove that I was the real ME. ‘Chrissie Wunna.’ Twitter didn’t believe me at first. The account was already verified and he had ID.

We sat. We thought. I announced that I didn’t care. I didn’t need a Twitter. 😉 He thought he was plain sailing then. He even tried to contact Twitter support to have my username changed. (It didn’t work. Mwahaha.)

Wazza then sent me an email address to contact. (I trust Wazza with my life. We went through he whole of school together.) If you have problems with something and you can’t get passed an auto response, did you know that there’s a site where in which you can ‘Email The CEO.’

So I did. I explained everything, I sent supporting evidence. I didn’t expect to get a response… He personally emailed me back with instructions.

I did exactly what he said and explained why and how I could prove I was the real me. (They only had one form of ID.)

I did at the CEO said…and within days I had gotten my Twitter back…But only for about 2 hours, before Dee and the hacker had panicked and reported it. They thought I had simply tried to report the hack again, they didn’t know I was already talking to the powers above, who were monitoring everything.

(I also had a solicitor by this point.)

They regained access after those 2 hours so I reported it once more, doing exactly what I was asked.

I then supplied 2 forms of ID. I sent in pictures of me HOLDING my ID and then to smash it out the ball park, I sent in a video, with my held up to the camera. (All of this with supporting evidence of all the things he had changed my account display name to. It was great that he couldn’t actually change my username, because it meant that he always had to fly under @chrissiewunna.)

Then my friend , Bex Shiner (@BexBB9) sent me this…This message made me DO something about it. (I thank you so much for that Bex.) I’ve known Bex for years and I love her. She was on Big Brother the year Rex and Lisa were…who I also love. We’ve been close ever since, because that’s the year I had just entered the Hilton House on ITV2.

On the same day he had sent similar messages to people who he didn’t realize were my actual REAL LIFE friends. So Sam Reece got one, Tom Zanetti got one…Kerry Katona….Literally loads of people… (Silly man.) He unfollowed them all…incase he got caught out.

Luckily they’re not so stupid. But I still found it really embarrassing. I mean, what if people DID think it was me! People who didn’t know me personally, really DID think it was me!

He had already scammed my friend Liam out of money. Dee didn’t know i knew Liam personally. But when he knew Liam had a press release out on his scam, that was about to go live in the national press…he shat himself and transferred his money back immediately after MONTHS of toying.

Anyway…it was at that point where He had complacently tripped up and messed up. I obviously knew who it was the whole way through. I talked to him about it. He was trying to deny it but smug. He thought he was funny. Like he’d taken advantage of someone weak & vulnerable.

I’m not vulnerable. I’m fire! And that on the whole is disgusting!!!

Obviously he needed to trip up because you need pure evidence not ‘hearsay’ to stand your ground. He did it himself. He tripped over his own little cyber feet & just when he thought he was so cocky!

At that point I was able to give a full report to the CEO, my solicitor and the police. (Yup! Identity fraud and hacking is illegal.)

Twitter were WONDERFUL! I woke up yesterday morning with an email stating that the correct email address (MY email address) had now been connected to the account and I had pretty much won it back! Everything was still in tact… Yet Wazza & I chose you delete all my Tweets & start over because 3 months of continuous fake ones had gone out.

Dee probably woke up that morning and SHAT HIMSELF… (I know you’re reading this now. You can’t help it. You didn’t win and you have a lot more to come. They’re called ‘consequences’ for illegal activity.)

I had never felt more relieved, yesterday morning. My mum was really proud of me for listening to her. (For once.)

I wasn’t relieved because i had won my verified Twitter back, with followers in full tact…I was relieved because the sheer injustice of it all had really hurt me. I don’t like things that are not fair and having someone be able to pretend that they were me and get away with it, whilst ruining my reputation was just awful. It was really awful. I tried to ‘swag it off,’ but I couldn’t. It devastated me. It felt intrusive, wrong and at the beginning I didn’t think I could make it right. I felt violated. Disappointed in myself. How could I be so careless? So trusting? I know better than that!

(Go back to March..)

Me: ‘I feel like he’s won!’

Mum: ‘He hasn’t won. He CAN’T win this. You ARE you. He can’t win in REAL LIFE or in court of law Chrissie…As soon as you show up…everyone knows you’re the real you!!! Wake up! Be stronger and…’

Me: ‘But no-one at Twitter is listening. I’ve reported it a million times. ALL my friends have..’

Mum: ‘MAKE them listen!! Don’t give up. Wazza has given you ALL the tools you need to win this.’

I love my mum. It was in that moment where I flash backed to that time Wazza & in were 6th Form at school. We were stood in Maroon jumpers making up rude versions of Christmas carols during first break for kicks.

That’s all we thought we were doing at the time. We didn’t realise that decades later those school moments were building ‘forever bonds.’ That’s not even just with Waz. Every single person I went to school with are still so close. Yeah we all did well. But the school is what taught us to love, respect, help and protect one another through our lives. We always have. All of us. That’s why I sent my kids there.

I mean Ruby & Junior think they’re just playing with Eoin & chatting to Ray. Or skipping with Freya and swimming with Rupert. If they all stay in school, when they’re 30 they will have created the closest bonds. It happens with every year group that graduates.

What I wanted to say is THANK YOU to absolutely every single person who helped. Whether you reported the hack, sent me support, sorted out the problem or gave me a contact. I am so grateful. Also I want to apologise to anyone who he managed to scam, whilst using my name. I’ve read through the DM’s and they’re awful. I’m so sorry. One guy messaged me last night stating he’d taken all his money. I hate that o was associated with that.

But do know it wasn’t me and do remember (this is a lesson that I’ve learnt also, to be really careful online. Not everything is as it seems.) I do have an article going out to build awareness…and yeah it feels good to finally have it all exposed.

My account was verified. No-one has any reason to think is wasn’t me.You’ve really got to be careful.

I’ll tell you though…

Never give up. I nearly did. I have a good mum. She believed in me. I believed I couldn’t win a month ago…But i did, it would’ve been sorted out more quickly, if I woke up faster, instead of throwing the towel in.

You can do anything that your heart believes is right! You’ll never achieve anything, if you let others walk all over you, take away your world or make you forget that you are strong!

Newcastle Trips & Fire….

Playing with fire is always very exciting. It fills your world with a rush… an energy. It swirls through you with an unquenchable delight, that not a single human being can ever diffuse. It’s a moment. It’s sexy. It’s alive. It makes your heart beat faster. You eyes beam with a flourish. It slowly strokes your fingers over that ‘naughty’ button, doesn’t it?

Living out of your comfort zone is essential for anyone’s development. Rushes of happiness are exactly what we search for. We hope that those ‘rushes’ will forever stick.

The problem is, when you play with fire…FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! CONSEQUENCES may arise…and when they do…Oh Baby….you better be able to handle them. Sometimes big. Sometimes small. Yet, all times tricky. ( I guess, it’s part of the balance. The ‘Yang.’ The Lesson. As we all tackle this little thing, that someone labelled LIFE.)

Newcastle was great. I’d just finished filming, late…the evening before in Leeds, at ITV. I’d been in London with my bestie Ronnie, before that. ( I sitll need to tell you about our time in London, at The Ham Yard Hotel) I was tired, that morning but open top of the world. I felt amazing. Life was a dream and simply because I was really excited.

I kinda slept, woke up, slipped on a denim dress and again found myself stepping off Platform 3B onto a train headed towards the North East. I was off to see ‘T-Bone.’ (Who’s been a really great friend of mine for years now.)

T-Bone: ‘What you wearing?’

Me: ‘Why? You wanna wear matching outfits?’

T-Bone: ‘Hahaha. No.’

Incase you didn’t know, ‘T-Bone’ (formerly ‘The Swirl,’) and I are quite close now. We have a good friendship. The real kind. It’s one of those friendships that you’re gonna WISH you had. No-one would really understand it, but us. I think sometimes people who don’t know us personally, as individuals, would GUESS how we are, judge us, use us, be a certain weird way around us. Yet with each other, we don’t have to be that way, simply because we accidentally know each other really quite well. I can see through him.

Everything’s so easy, it’s always a laugh and our banter is simply our thing. We’ve known each other for ages and we’ve built up all these memories.. Its wonderful. He’s ace. I hope he’s someone I have in my life, for the jolly kitten years, I have left. (If cocktails don’t kill my liver before then.)

At the end of the day, memories are all we have. So just live. You’ll regret it if you don’t.’

I hardly catch up with people, because I’m so busy now. But my Newcastle ‘catch up’ was the always the best. I guess you make time for those you truly miss, right? He makes me laugh…and that gift alone is pretty damn precious. I like a giggle. He delivers a giggle. I’m signed up. I’m there…and with bloody bells on. Lol.

We had a good time!

There’s a puppy playfulness to T-Bone, a soft side and I like that in folk. It shows a giddy innocence. It’s not that he isn’t ‘grown.’ He’s grown. He just has the ability to still FEEL alive. He doesn’t do things until he’s ready. But when he does, he does them whole heartedly with every piece of his soul. He’ll give it all he’s got…if he’s bothered and wants.

TBone: ‘You know you can hire someone to live in your home, who cooks cleans, looks after the kids and massages you…’

Me: ‘What like a wife?’

TBone: ‘No. I don’t believe in that. Haha. I’m fifty/fifty. I wouldn’t treat my wife like a slave. Oh wait? Yeah. Is that what a wife….Haha.’

He’s the kinda guy who never thought to buy an iron because it all sounds too tedious. He irons his shirts, by hanging them in the shower, to let the steam get the creases out. ( I love that so much, I almost want to be him. I said ALMOST.)

Me: ‘Why wouldn’t you just buy an iron?’

TBone: ‘Well? I.. I don’t know? Haha. I’ve got really bad now. I like fresh sheets, so i’ve started to sleep in a different bed every night. Haha. There’s four where I’m living. On the 4th day, I get the cleaners in to change them for me, because I like the feeling of clean sheets.’

I’m humoured by all this. It makes me smile. Scrap the ‘almost.’ I definitely want to be him.

TBone: ‘My mates are starting to call me Princess. Lol’

I’m not gonna tell you anything about the catch up, because it’s firmly planted in my head. I don’t need to write it to remember. I’ll remember.

‘As if i’m a real actress now. Haha. ‘

‘I’m addicted to watching Married at First Sight.’

‘You should’ve heard me. I was like a fucking football hooligan. Jack Marriott properly ruined my night! Haha.’

‘I just didn’t expect that from her, y’know.’

‘My friend said he gave her a penis puppet show.’

‘They just like the lifestyle!’

‘You’d love it out there.’

‘They’re deluded, you can just wake up at 22 and decide that you’re going to…’

‘They’re just not nice people. I’m all about the positive.’

‘It’s important to keep things exciting. Like you should be having a date night once a week…after the honeymoon period.’

‘I thought I should get married!’

‘She has no friends.’

‘Was it actually worth a free dinner.’

‘You’re like a fucking teenage boy.’

‘I made a bbq by MYSELF. I’ve never done that before.’

‘Everyone goes fishing at five o clock in the morning…’

‘Do you?’

‘Erm..No. Haha.’

‘So you just show up when it’s done. Haha.’

‘I used to get the train to Leeds and go to Oracle. Haha.’

‘You were happy the last time i saw you. But you seem so much happier this time.’

‘I’ve rested. Im relaxed. I’m not living on eggshells anymore.’

‘I’m not a sponsor.’

‘You’re still a human being. We both are.’

‘I had to pay £1000 extra at the airport because my baggage was over.’

‘What the fuck did you have in it? Hookers?’

‘That night, Jack Marriott ruined my life!’

‘I love me Mam. It’s like a four course meal!’

‘So, I wasn’t allowed to see other people but SHE was??’

‘Have you done Loose Women yet?’

‘I’ll let you go first.’ (That was on Departure. That’s how all departures have to happen, so everyone doesn’t jump to 99 different conclusions.)

It was fun. It was great. And you know something is great by the way you feel afterwards. I’m happy to know him. I beamed with an energy that I wanted to treasure . He cracks me up. It’ll be another year until we get another decent catch up.

‘TBone: Are you still smiling?’

I’ve always thought our paths were just meant to cross, because we act like we’ve known each other our entire lives….and we haven’t at all. We’ve been friends for ages. But like i said, with everything… I’m sure i’ll find out, why our paths need to cross.

T-Bone: ‘I’d be intimated if i met you in a bar? There’s just something about ya…’

Bottom line, great friendship, awesome time. We seem to stand by each other, for no reason? We laugh. We tell secrets. We tell tales and we thankfully don’t judge one another. (There’s kinda a lot to judge. Haha.)

T-Bone: ‘I haven’t see you in AGES, but it feels like I just saw you last week!!! It’s crazy!’

Me: ‘I know. We just get on, so well. I don’t even know why?’

All The Cities & Game Changers

So much has happened, I don’t even know where to begin? How long has it been? About 2 weeks? I’m absolutely shattered. Haha. But I’m happy. I was in acting class and then work last night….after train journeys and a morning filled with shock!

TBone: ‘No way! Are u ok?’

Me: ‘Yeah. God. I’m fine, it was just a…’

(Phone rings… ‘TBone.’)

Me: ‘Haha…Why does everything always have to be insane!!!??!!!’

TBone: ‘Fuck that! How are YOU!!?!! God! I thought something had happened to YOU!!!! Are you okay???? I thought something had happened to you!!!!’

Me: ‘Yeah. I’m fine. It’s just nuts.’

TBone: ‘I need a run on the beach to clear my head. Haha..’

Anyway, I don’t even know where I last left off? I’ve been dying to blog, yet my schedule has just been so manic, there’s been no time.

But i’m here now, at the coffee shop in Waterstones, in Doncaster. I love blogging here, because no one bothers me. I’m easily distracted, so if i get ‘bothered’ i’m actually usually delighted. Haha.

(Pervs are sending me suggestive DM’s, my Mum’s texting me her about piano lessons? I’m learning lines off a script whilst typing and I’ve just had satsuma. There you have it. Life at 10.28am.)

Over the last couple weeks i’ve travelled to what feels like a gzillion different cities for work, play and adventure. I love adventure. I usually come out of it all , a wee bit emotionally ‘bruised.’ However, i’ve learnt that it’s kinda essential to have those little life tumbles. It’s essential for the way my life rolls, anyhow? I’m always someone who believes that everything you go through, you go through for a reason. Your destiny is set. You’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

Each morning, I’ve woken up, over the past couple weeks, it’s been a new train ride, a new friend, a new sight, a new world, a new vibe, a new feeling, a new life, another step forward, a new chapter and another memory made… It’s been nuts, but so satisfying. I’ve been strutting away gleefully…. pausing…..looking back over my shoulder, as I leave a moment, a city or a person…and smiling.

It’s that smile that makes me happy. I always stop to feel the air…’smell the roses.’ Even if it’s just for a minute. I’m not ‘living my best life’ for an Insta pic, with a cocktail in my hand, hoping that everyone ‘double taps’ a like button. I’m TRULY living my best life, because i’m feeling, i’m adventuring, i’m loving, i’m alive.

I never know what’s going to happen to me? I JUST know that it’ll be something wonderful.

I have an adventurous soul and even though i’m much, much older. (I’ve been writing this blog for over 10 years.) I’ll tell you that I have never been as happy, as I am now.

I’m really lucky. I never forget that.

But let me skim some of the things that i’ve happened, as I flash back….The blogs of each time and city, will be going up over the next few days.

So much gone down. All happy. All fun. Some scary. But on the whole, i’m still dandy and winning. So we’re good! Haha. (Fingers Crossed.)

I’ve been a Mum, a friend, a lover, a fighter, a girl, a woman, a daughter, a worker…just everything over the last two weeks and my actual morals have been tested.

I’ve been to the Circus, fed goats, travelled to five star hotels in London, selfied with Wunna followers..

‘I loved you on First Dates! Can I have a picture?’

I’ve caught up with one of my oldest best friend. He’s like a brother to me.

Ronnie: ‘I’ve missed you SO MUCH!!! I love that you’re HERE!!!’

I’ve bowled in five star hotels, (in the worst shoes ever.) Now, I ADORE the Ham Yard Hotel. It’s bouji, creative and phenomenal. I also love that they have their own quirky bowling alley. BUT THE BOWLING SHOES that they give you, are totally against my show game. I don’t think it’s unsafe to five star bowl in heels. EVEN if you’re allowed cocktails brought to your VIP lane. 😉

(I’m going to tell you all about my time there in a later blog, because I did so much with my favourite Gayasian Ronnie. He’s a celebrity chef. Cooks for casual people like Gwyneth Paltrow , Dita Von Teese, Tyra Banks etc… WE ARE BEST FRIENDS…and seen each other through everything.

Ronnie: Remember when we used to go to The Abbey in LA, drink Malibu Pineapples and then cry in the car afterwards, because we didn’t have lovely boyfriends. Hahaha.’

(He’s now married to the most lovely lovely man, who is the most lovely, lovely husband. I want a husband like him. I’m….well still crying in cars, after Malibu Pineapples, in comparison. Haha.’)

I’ve talked ‘Aladdin’ over Vietnamese Pho bowls, smelt boba souffles at ‘Cha Cha Roll.’ Walked through Soho. Then witnessed actual human body parts, of people who are no longer with us.

Ronnie: ‘Why is he looking at us?’

Me: ‘Why are his balls moving?’

Ronnie: ‘You do know that these are real dead bodies, right?’

Me: No. I didn’t. I do NOW though. Thanks for telling me now that I’M FUCKING TRAPPED HERE!!!’

I’ve drank street wine in the warm London air, AFTER being unable to find a respectable, non creepy looking gay bar, as a homeless busker stood by our table and sang ‘My Girl’ to us, whilst playing the accordion. (I thought there was something quite beautiful about it. Ronnie…didn’t. Haha. He did that awkward ‘pretend it’s not actually happening, right in front of you, ‘ face.)

Ronnie: ‘It’s making me feel weird. You’re British. Tell him to move on…’

Me to Busker: ‘You’re gonna have to go now mate. We’re on a date and we need to chat….They like singing. Sing to them.’

Ronnie: ‘I’m gay. But that was good. Haha.’

(Then security came and removed the homeless busker. 🙁 )

I’ve had train rides back onto Northern soil, after banter, new returns and…

Me: ‘Welcome back…’

Reply: ‘What you doing Thursday? Let’s get a drink. What you doing?’

Me: ‘I’m on a train. I’m just getting back from London…’

Reply: ‘Get off at….’

Me: ‘I’m actually ON that train, but i’m getting off at Doncaster…’

I’ve had work days of filming, auditions and class. I’ve spent the most amazing time, with the most amazing people. At the same time, i’ve simply been Mama. Junior’s had a birthdays, he’s now six and we’ve enjoyed play dates, hotel nights, celebrations and of you know my kids….some of the best restaurants that Leeds has to offer. Haha. (We have to eat out almost every night, due to my distinct lack of cooking skills and the fact that i’ve accidentally raise them on fine dining….because of my ill skills.)

I’ve had everyone offering me everything and through it all i’ve managed to stay so grounded and raw. Glamourously Northern and real, is how i like to put it. I do like to keep it bouji, but lets face it, i’ll still rock up to Greggs and grab a sausage roll.

I’ve been excited, I’ve been happy. I met old friends, best friends and a human that I adore. I lost connections, I ignited old ones, that had always been there. I guess, they still are? I chatted to strangers, I listened….I realized a lot of things and in really short space of time. I made choices on the things that I had experienced and witnessed. I made choices on how I truly felt. I made choices that made me happy, after gathering everything together and having a ‘good look through it all.’ I didn’t listen to anyone. I never do. I simply went with my gut.

Everything happens for a reason. I swear by that always. It’s something I notice every single day. I guess situations and people are put in front of you, so you can feel, wake up, love or learn.

It’s not all been wonderful. There’s been tense moments. I’ve been to court. It worked out in my favour. I knew it would. They knew it would. Yet, even though it did, there was just something so silly about the whole thing. It was overly dramatic…over something that could’ve been solved, so simply. (Contrary to popular belief, I do not like a drama. I’m chilled. I like things to be simple and uncomplicated. However…at the same time…CORRECT. Haha.)

Then…. I was at a restaurant and sat at the table next to me, was my friends husband, on a date with his fancy lady. That was pretty awkward. It was weird to hear him openly hitting on a girl, similar to his wife, whilst she was at home looking after the kids.

But that was put infront of me, on purpose. It triggered something in my head and made me notice….

I spoke to someone about it…and the response that I got….wasn’t…well….they kinda told me off, and suggested that such behaviour was perfectly fine & should be swept under the carpet.

HHmmm….? It made me change my view on them….a little. Then something else happened, which made me 100 percent change my view on them.

How people make you feel is all that matters! We as humans are shaped by what people tell us and how people treat us, right?

Then this happened…

On the train to London, from Platform 1 at Doncaster station, I sat next to a girl called Rae. She was quiet at first and then just decided to talk to me. She was one of those girls, who knew about life and had traveled the world. She loved new places, love and life. She was simple in attire, but her soul was filled with decency.

Rae: ‘I’m actually headed to Colorado to meet my boyfriend. He lives there. He’s a geek. But I love Smart guys!! What are you doing?’

Me: ‘Oh….I’m headed to London for Lunch with my friend in Soho. We’re probs gonna talk dating & gay sex. Not so spiritual. Haha…’

Rae: ‘Haha. But still so much fun.’

We got along straight away. We had the same sick sense of humour. She used to be a ballerina.

Then she said this…

‘I had to have brain surgery because of a disease I had. I forgot everything. Lost all of my memories. When I was brought back home, with my therapist, who was helping to trigger my memories, I looked around & saw all these books on Shakespeare & wondered why?’

‘Wait! You lost all of your memories..? Have some come back?’

‘Over the last year and a half, I’ve had to re-learn everything. Not just about my family, myself or my life. But how to read and speak…everything. Don’t do a fella sorry for me face. I laugh about it all, all the time!! I could’ve died, but hey instead, I lost a few bits of my mind! Haha.’

She was the most eloquent girl I had met in a long time. She was at peace. So calm. That was after everything she had just been through…

Rae: ‘I’ll always remember YOU! Lol’

What an amazing person! In a train ride, I learnt so much about myself.

Life’s too short, so live it!