Just about the only bad thing about this job are the deadlines. They loom over you, and they’re often armed with blunt instruments.
One of the nice things about the job is that, just when a deadline is poised to strike and you think you have nothing to write about, something always happens. Inspiration comes, and the deadline has to slink away. Honestly, the language sometimes.
Very often, this inspiration is accidentally provided by Mr Dear, just as it was earlier this week when I went
