300 (and 90,000) not out

Hi. Did you miss me?

To say it's been a busy few weeks would be a major understatement. I've packed for holiday, packed for moving house, been on holiday, came back to sign paperwork, went back to holiday, came home to move house, went back on holiday, and came home to the new house. Currently unpacking, and trying to figure out how everything works (e.g. Q: Why isn't the new washing machine pumping out the water?! A: Whoever fitted the waste water hose under the sink omitted to take the plastic bung out first...)

Anyway - here I am! I'll post this week's column(s) over the next few days - yes, I also wrote that whilst on holiday - but thought I'd share a couple of milestones, even if it seems no-one else is particularly bothered.

The Russia/Horse in a disco/Cream-tea fury outing of the 9th of March was my 300th published newspaper selection.

From the "Thank grumpy it's Friday" column of 500 words in the North West Evening Mail, through to my current "Wry look at the week" 1000 word page of three pieces, in the Mail and News & Star, I've had 300 outings, over almost 6 years.

To add to the stat frenzy, this blog has also just passed 90,000 page views. Blimey.

Right. As you were...

(CD A-Z: They're still in boxes. Random computer MP3 selection filling the void temporarily.)

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