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Ha, Good Lord

Y'know, for some obscure reason I thought today would be as good a day as any to post to dear old Coastalblog, languishing in the corner as it has been, treated like a damp uncle on the morn of an otherwise gay shooting party. Poor thing.

So as it turns out things continue much as before. Who'd have guessed? Not me. Not for a second. Still overworked and underpaid, though as it's me paying me I can't really whinge or else I'll have to take myself out in to the car park and give myself a stern talking to, which, now the students are back would simply result in blank looks all round. Poor show.

So no, I don't really feel like talking about work any more. I could enlighten you as to the stirring start Fort William have made to the new season (third from bottom! despite losing all their games! On goal difference! Even though their goal difference is -16! In your face Strathspey Thistle and Rothes! You must be really awful at football!), and point out that I am really really stoked for the crunch games against the aforementioned hapless losers.

Or to poke another perpetual whipping boy in its cooling, twitching eye I could report to you another totally HYPE piece of gen from your super soaraway Ormskirk Champion. Lancashire is, as it turns out, the third most haunted county in Britain. Who knew? But such dross is is buffed and polished to a dazzling shine by the Champion's deathless prose:

"The county came behind Greater London and Essex in the survey and beat counties including Wiltshire, Gloucestershire and Devon to the number three spot"

I love that including Wiltshire Gloucestershire and Devon. Yes, and EVERY OTHER COUNTY IN BRITAIN.

Goodnight everybody.

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