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This will not stand

I've been away from the net too long, clearly. Time was there was only one Matt Fallaize round the top of the google pops. Yours bleedin' truly. But what happens? I bugger off for five minutes to get with the fathering and business starting and all the concomitant fun + games and some other Matt Fallaize goes and sweeps all before him mightily in some election in Guernsey.

Now, whilst I must obviously give props to a man possessed of possibly the noblest name in christendom, salute his victory and wish him all the best with his inexorable rise to what I would imagine will be the top (how could it be anything else?) I can't help but note that he's kicking me all over google, all of which is a long winded and possibly overconfrontational way of saying I've been, yet again, neglecting dear old coastalblog, and, by extension, you.

This will not stand. Things fall apart the centre etc etc, you know the rest. This Channel Islandic upstart must be confined to page four, maybe two at best. As a wise woman once said, I can't be doing with this sort of thing. There's only room for one Matt Fallaize in this neck of the woods. And that Matt Fallaize is this Matt Fallaize. Have I said Matt Fallaize enough yet? Matt Fallaize, ladies and gentlemen.

Update: omg he's even got Matt Fallaize dot com. Why don't I have Matt Fallaize dot com? Not that I'd have actually have done anything with it but I could maybe have sold it to him for a pint of lovely Guernsey cream.

Further update: ooohh I've started getting into the policy details of the other Matt Fallaize. Apparently people don't feel safe after dark in Guernsey or whatever and therefore no means no and hanging's too good for teenagers or something, I have the feeling of a couple of weeks worth of entertainment encircling. Stay tuned.

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