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Sometimes, I'm amazed at how epic I am at being an idiot.

This week was a brilliant example. On Wednesday night, I emailed my newspaper column to the North West Evening mail, ready to go in Friday's edition. Whilst at work on Thursday, I received a reply saying I hadn't attached anything.

I'd like to say it was a technical glitch but, if I'm truly honest, it was just me being a spanner.

An exchange of emails (including one suggesting I could try rewriting it from scratch) resulted in me emailing it when I got home (but delayed another 15 minutes by my laptop installing updates), but I will almost certainly have missed the folks who shoehorn my words into the paper.

As it turns out, I just don't know if it made it... The Columns page on the NWEM website hasn't been updated for a week (which means my last column is still the most recent one listed), and I can't pick up the paper locally, so only get my copy by post on a Monday/Tuesday, or whenever the Post Office can be bothered to deliver it.

Unfortunately, it seems likely that, for the first time in more than a year, I've missed a week. That thudding noise is me kicking myself.

The only consolation is that, as it wasn't a topical comment piece, I can resubmit it next week. Or hastily write a new on if it turns out it DID go in after all.

Gah. What a berk.

(Attempting to calm myself by listening to a mahoosive 10 CD Tangerine Dream box set. It isn't working.)
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