HAVE never thought of myself this way before but apparently I am very similar to Bugs Bunny.

It would seem the buck-toothed cartoon fool and I are both "funny, charming and a lot of fun."

The love of carrots was missed out although I suppose sometimes the obvious does not need stating.

It's not that I model myself on that wascal-wabbit but according to a character assessment he and I share the same traits.

The assessment came on e-mail only yesterday and - judging by the huge list of names I had to scroll down before reaching any message - had been around the block somewhat.

Such e-mails are the modern equivalent of chain letters and it even urged me to pass it on to my friends. Needless to say it went straight to the cyber graveyard. My trash bin.

There it nestles with a host of junk mail, which, I am reliably informed by the more geeky of my colleagues, is known as SPAM. God only knows what SPAM stands for and I genuinely would be intrigued to know (answers on an e-mail naturally!)

Last week I was asked to do my bit in helping to save the rainforest, asking me for a heartfelt comment before passing it on "to as many people as I could who would be interested."

Unfortunately I don't have the addresses of Sting or Anita Roddick and, as most of my mates don't know there is a rainforest let alone try and save it, I did the decent thing, I trashed it.

And before that, one came via the office which was another test to find the real me. This time I had to make a list of one to 11 and follow a set of instructions.

I can't remember it to the letter but it was things like 'next to the numbers one and seven put a girl's name'. 'Next to number eight put down the title of a song' etc.

The instructions said all answers should be spontaneous and at the end my life and emotions would be mapped out.

Some things were fine but most of it was nonsense. It said that the first girl's name I wrote was the one I think of most - naturally the Long Suffering Marjorie who is never very far away from my thoughts (good or bad) - and next is 'the one I cannot work out.'

But for that I put down the girl who had sent me the e-mail in the first place simply because she was the last person I had had any conversation with virtual or otherwise. Nothing personal but I've never tried to work her out, and I'm not starting now.

Another thing was 'the song that most explained my personality.' A deep question which, had I known was coming and had time to think about, would have been something meaningful. Let It Be by the Beatles perhaps, or even Working Class Hero by John Lennon.

Certainly not What Took You So Long by Emma Bunton!

I just will not accept that any of the Spice Girls let alone Baby could ever sing something which fits in with my psyche but that was in my head at the time (damn those catchy songs) and now I am labelled forever.

And now this latest test puts me down as Bugs Bunny! Talk about giving someone a complex.

For this I had to answer a series of multiple choice questions which were just so schmaltzy and obviously American it was sickening.

'What's my favourite smell; freshly baked cookies, rain on a summer's day, ticker tape flowing down in a parade... All the tests actually told me about my personality is that I don't like being linked to Baby or the Bunny. It's demeaning.

The other annoying thing is that you just have to fill them in. They are addictive. So if you have any lying around you know what to do.