I've let it slide, I've let it slip, I've let myself go.
This blog is dustier than Miss Havisham's gaff, and I feel I ought to do something about it. Shall I get my cloistered adoptive daughter to snare the unsuspecting heart of a callow youth? Nah. I have a few other ideas for jazzing the place up. Fairylights? Massive Flash plug-ins? Maybe not.
I'm thinking some snippets of writing, perhaps a serialised story of some kind. Some entertainment to repay people the compliment of passing through here. I might also try my hand at the mancandy thing, though I have to warn you my idea of mancandy is probably not the same as yours. In fact, I tend to prefer manbrandy. Man70%cocoasolids. Manfinecubancigar. Even, to my utter shame, manpotnoodle. 'The Slag of All Snacks', as the baffling ad campaign used to say.
Anyway, I'm wittering. I'm a bit excited because On Demand is with a copy editor, which means it didn't get the thumbs down and will, yes, WILL be on the shelves in December.
It really is a sizzler! Not sure about the nutritional value though.