The Isle of Wight County Press got back to me today and very politely informed me that I was not required for interview.
Announcement
I am feeling crappy, probably because I've spent most of the morning typing up stuff. After a couple of hours, I'd only typed a few thousand words and felt as though the inside of my head and eyeballs were covered in fuzzy felt. I hate typing up stuff that I don't want to tamper with. All the fun goes out of it and I get bored very quickly.
After I've printed this batch of 'Our Discontent' I'm going out for a walk to clear my head, which needs the cobwebs blown out of it, and also sterilizing, rinsing liberally and finally throwing away and replacing.
In other words, muh.
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