Oh, to be ubiquitous …
In what would undoubtedly be just a cheap and pale imitation of an idea first thought up by Andre Jordan of Andre Jordan fame, I am thinking of taking up doodling and have today myself bought a packet of felt tip pens. Watch out, world.
Er, no, that’s not right. I mean, in a heartfelt homage to an idea first dreamt up by Andre Jordan of Andre Jordan fame, I am thinking of compiling a list of scandalous reviews of this site you see before you - though in truth, since I am pale and uninteresting and don’t get out much, said reviews would not be nearly so salacious and risqué. Maybe one day, after I have had that double page spread in Hello! magazine.
Currently teetering on top of the enormous and precariously stacked pile of three possible review-type things (snappy, huh?) are the following pithy words left on another site - which modesty forbids me to link to or name - by the exceptionally kind and generous Fiona from Dublin. She said the following, which both made me blush and laugh out loud at one and the same time:
“Yeah I know. Him again. But still.”
I think you’ll agree that those seven short words say all that really needs to be said about An Unreliable Witness. And no, I am not being my usual sarcastic self. Fiona, you are a genius of the highest order, and I salute you. I will even send one of my special crack parachute regiment of angels round to your bungalow this very evening, as a way of offering my sincere thanks.
More reviews to come. Or maybe not.