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Well, I didn’t quite make it, and have come an honourable second in the North West Evening Mail’s Big Blogger competition.
There was an article in the paper yesterday (the online version is here http://www.nwemail.co.uk/news/evening-mail-s-new-columnist-looks-forward-to-role-1.943128?referrerPath=news ) and I had another interview, where they tried to goad me into saying me and the winner didn’t like each other. He likes ELO, so is therefore definitely a Good Bloke.
On a decidedly positive note, whilst I didn’t win a laptop, it seems they liked me enough (or are particularly desperate) for me to be offered a weekly column in the paper too. I know! Me. Writing stuff. In a newspaper. This will end badly or, at the very least, in a custodial sentence. I’ve got to have a chat with them first to find out what they want – if it’s more of the same stuff, then great; I’m full of that! If they want an in-depth analysis of Barrow AFC’s matches, then I might have to decline.
My heartfelt thanks to all of you who have been so brilliantly kind as to read my blog posts, and actually keep coming back and doing the same thing, even once you’d realised how dreadful they were.
I am utterly gobsmacked by your support. Thank you so much.
I'd made up the be-crowned version of my picture just in case I won. Seems a shame to waste it... you can stop laughing at photos of me now. No, really. Stop it. NOW!
(In a shocking piece of futuristic know-how, I'm listening to They Might Be Giants' podcast 51. Go me!)
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