Tomorrow the blog will recommence a full service as I will have dispatched most of my promotional duties for the Melbourne season. And on Saturday it will be time for the return of the much-loved Very Late Review, which Megan has kindly edited. For now, bask in this glowing response to an old Very Late Review, which came into the Comments folder yesterday.
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I don’t entirely understand what spamming of this nature seeks to achieve – assuming it is spam and I’m not being ungenerous to an eager but very muddled reader. I mean, I’ve now got THEIR email address, but that’s not how it’s meant to work, is it? In confidence-trick terms, that seems like giving someone a camera to take a picture of you, and then running off and leaving them with it, chuckling ‘sucker!’ Is the idea that they get onto my mailing list or something, and then in some way infiltrate my actual inbox by replying? Are they beginning to assume control of my life even now, through some devious mechanism initiated by the comment? As I say, I don’t understand why this happens. Still, good luck to them and yes, you’re right – whoever you are – I DO ‘wanna make a good time’. Thanks for your merit.
Other business. I am now in the process of avoiding The Apprentice, so that I can watch it all in one binge upon my return to the UK. Do not mention any details of The Apprentice to me. I assume the contestants are the usual fascinatingly deluded and self-important crew, although last year bucked this trend somewhat when the crown went to a likeable and quiet man whose English wasn’t cringingly full of empty jargon. So who knows?
And, Andrew: I’m afraid at least one of the divisional changes needed for your fantasy scenario (City being relegated) is looking ever likelier. You need to do some work at your end, that’s all.
Four minutes to midnight, UK time. Someone is knocking on my door to check the minibar. Maybe it’s that person who sent the spam. Maybe this is all part of it.