I am terrific

I receive a note from one Michael Moran, an excellent gentleman, sometime co-resident of Brixton and longtime supporter of this web-blog. "I have written about you in my Saturday Times column about the Web & such", he writes mysteriously. "I don't suppose they deliver The Times out there in North West Passage Land but your mum might like it".

He is right. My Mum, better known to readers as MonkeyMother, does like it. "Mummy is so proud", she writes, swallowing all her principles (as a long-time subscriber to The Socialist Worker) to go to the corner shop, buy The Times and scan in the thing that Michael Moran has written.

I receive it in Canada, attached to an email. (I have said it before and I will say it again - the internets is miraculous and I admire it very much.) And I must be frank: I feel about Michael Moran's piece much as he does about this web-blog: it is terrific, and so intelligently written! My portrait - hand-rendered by none other than Mr Dave Shelton - is there in full colour, my small clay pipe, Hula-Hoops and absinthe clear for all to see. Not for the first time, I observe what an excellent looking monkey I am, and re-adjust my fez.























Regular readers will I am sure be celebrating the recognition of my genius (long known to them) all across the world. New readers may be interested to read a little more about the Brixton Hill incident, a matter that concluded a few days later with a lifting of a modesty panel.

Now all I need is a book deal and then I can be properly non-working forever!*


* Writers: do not try and tell me that writing things down for (for e.g.) newspapers and/or novels is 'work', especially when you consider what I have to do all day, e.g. sit in conference calls, read management books and listen to other people.