Great gosh almighty - I've been a newspaper columnist for five years. Shut. The. Door. It's five whole, actual, year type things since my first outing sullied the pages of the North West Evening Mail, preceded by the "Finalist becomes columnist" piece you see here (exceptionally poorly scanned - I was obviously over-excited and/or over-caffeinated). I'm not actually that colour, honest. A rambling, nonsensical brain-dump of weirdness , it's interesting how, in those early days, I was already writing in exactly the same way I have continued. Strangely, column number 255 appeared on their website today (a day ahead of the print edition) which is a nice, unintentional, anniversary marker. Spoiler alert: It's about our fridge-freezer breaking down. I know - cutting-edge, hyper-topical, journalism, eh? On a less celebratory note, visits to this blog (where it all began, of course) reached a low point in April not seen since November 2010. I guess I ne...
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