In a very niche turn of events, I found out today that every horse that was alive in the UK on the day I was born is now dead.

Happy Friday everyone.

"I hope you’re watching this Mr Bromsgrove, ‘cos it looks like you were wrong about the importance of ox-bow lake formation. Knowing all the different parts of a glacier doesn’t seem so vital now either, does it? No, quick wits and an eye for danger, that’s what’s needed."

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Thanks a mill

Mattimeo and Chiasmo were veteran door-guarders and could remain motionless in the teeth of a gale with a riot exploding across the piazza in front of them and a dog chewing at their ankles.

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Maybe it's time I did something on here. Perhaps I'll start with some snippets from one of my books (available in all good Amazons)

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Bleet, maybe?

I'd better think of something witty or profound for this. After all, it's going to sit just above my "hello, BlueSky" bleet when people scroll to the bottom of my feed after I'm dead and my books have become cult satirical works in a frustratingly posthumous way.

Wait, did I just say that out loud?

I have arrived. Looks like a nice(r) view here.