Running man, blood coursing: zesty, zcintillating, all those zeeing ways of being, rock leaping, kriz grazped, lungz gazping, eyez wild – he'z coming for YOU!
So what's up this blog? I don't mean Alastair Campbell at the Chilcot inquiry or even the earthquake in Haiti – though the impact of that latter is hard to bear with – but merely the puzzle of this blog as reported by YOU. All I can see on the wtw blog is perfectly arranged paragraphs. But there you are yelping in distress, knickers round your knees, mumbling all sorts of techno babble gabble. At least I'll assume it makes sense to somebody and anyway who wants to read that stuff? Not me!
BUT surely something needs to be done. I don't think I need Prezzie Obama, but maybe for a start I'll check how the blog looks on a friend's computer. Maybe there's a friend out there who doesn't have a Mac, maybe the pigs are flying tonight.