Clicked on from work today and took a walk on the mangy side of life, reading ET sans ignore list, in all its unabashed and unfiltered glory.
The downtown slum pre urban renewal; pre policing and pre sanitation.
I discovered I have a fan club, my very own pack of priggish periodistas!
Plastic raincoats and disposable cameras, the paparazzi camping on my lawn.
They hang on my every word and provide a conscientious community service: SRC, Seamless Real-time Commentary.
As the snow piles up in the UKâs coldest winter for thirteen years, our thoughts go out to that bold and reckless few, braving boredom and the elements to bring YOU the stories AS they happen.
Where would we be without their in-depth insights and cutting-edge critique?
As a thank you, now follows a brief message to the faithful:
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Boys and Girls!
(Notepads at the ready!)
I work on Thursdays and weekends.
Pencil that into those jam-packed diaries.
Three whole days a week where you donât have to sleep on my lawn!
Go sweep out the broom cupboard.
Redecorate the cat!
Thatâs rightâ¦
Live life to the MAX!
In a couple of weeks, I fly into JFK, where I hope to meet each and every one of you.
Wear your best anoraks and donât forgetâ¦
Sharpen - Those - Pencils!