Stepped out, may have been gone some time.
Clears empty bottles from desk, takes pile of unopened post, sifts it cursorily, drops into bin, wipes cocktail dregs from special blog standard-issue wipe-down cocktail-proof keyboard.
Back from holiday and faintly alarmed. They don't sell The Observer in the wilderness, so I've got some catching up to do and it's aready Thursday. What did I miss?
Perhaps it's a bit childish still to derive so much satisfaction from watching the Tories implode, but then again, it's kind of like watching the replay of an excellent own goal. There's always a new angle. By lucky accident the Observer Magazine also had a big profile feature on Michael Howard ready to roll. That will be mid-morning caffeine-fix reading on the blog.
Anything else? Of course. The new Doctor. They don't have televisions in the wilderness either. (Sorry CG, but the rematerialisation of the Tardis has been rightly hyped as the most important cutural event of the year. And over Easter! I hope some critic somewhere had the good sense to labour metaphors of resurrection.)
Robin McKie seemed to like it and he is a man of impeccable judgement. We also know for a fact that there is a cohort of Who fans reading the blog and we expect them to make their opinions known over time.
Meanwhile, some of us have got a newspaper to make.
Flicks long knitted scarf over shoulder. Rummages in crumpled packet of jelly babies.
