I was going to write you out a Monday morning banger, then I realized we have two weeks until the next game… bad times ahead.
For blogging, it’s Dry January without anyone to listen to your empowering story.
Traffic wise, it’s like we’re Rolf Harris at next years Glastonbury.
The comments section becomes the part of Hyde Park corner where the soap-boxers get arrested for a excrement related offences (sorry guys, it’s true).
It’s so boring that sometimes I resort to courting attention by click-baiting certain fandoms with fake headlines.
It’s desperate times.
So I’m saving all my prose up so I can spread it thinly enough to keep you interested.
In the meantime, I made a SOLO podcast for you to listen to. I figured people stomach ebooks for 19 hours at a time, you could easily do 35 minutes of me arguing with myself and ultimately resolving the differences.
Give it a go and I PROMISE that I will come back with real people for Wednesday morning. Also, know this… I finally worked out how to run Skype into my mixer. Gonna hit up some elite journos and industry people, only to be refused, and fall back on some failed AFTV personality from 2014.