Well, we're almost here, and if everything goes to plan then the Spawn will be popping out tomorrow. Of course, he or she is probably going to stay in the warm for another week, so I'm going to be struggling for new ways to fill this blog without repeating myself...
Today I managed to set the Twittersphere alight after posting comments about some wideboy driving around St Albans in an Audi with mirrored paintwork. Tacky, cheap and very, very nasty... I love Twitter, it's just so easy to engage with your readers *waves* "Hello everyone out there!" Before the dawn of social networking you generally had to make do with abusive phone calls and letters to the editor, whereas now you can chat with people in a much more friendly and informal fashion. Lovely.
Meanwhile, reporter Debbie has been unleashing hell on any flying insect which dares to enter Herts Ad Towers, regardless of whether they pose any stinging threat. Capital punishment is the only justice it seems, but her reaction times aren't as fast as mine, so I've ended up killing the blighters instead. We have a particularly ruthless piece of equipment for killing wasps - it's like a tennis racket, but rigged up with an electric shock to put them out of their misery sharpish. It hurts - I know this for a fact, after putting my finger onto the electric part of the thing and pressing the button. Cue lots of swearing.
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