Well, yeah, we do. Mercifully, the recent trend leans towards the concise, and although my natural preference is to swim upstream on most matters, sometimes I prefer more to live a life of ease than one that advocates the devil, moreover when I really need to be sleeping. So brevity is the order of the hour.
I tend to try to present news, as well as mindless garble; but the simple fact is that there aint much news to report. The show must go on, though. Slow news days dont mean double Simpsons or a literal stopping of presses - the latter is of course reserved for big news days, if cliche be believed - so here I lie, punching at keys until something half-satisfactory appears. I'm prepared to resort to wishing Facey a happy birthday, as I never did at the time: happy birthday, Facey. There's also the hot goss (that's Latin, you know) that we practiced in a new room this week. It did the job. And that's everything - it really has been that boring round these ways. A busy weekend coming up. Honest. Yawn. Enough.
A song from someone else, then. Introduction credits to A.Nunn.
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