God bless The Courier.
After snatching a copy hot of the press this morning (and then running back into the shop and paying the snarling shop assistant for it) I eagerly leafed through its hallowed pages to the quivering postbag section... and found utterly no sign of my letter at all.
Cue 10 minutes of swearing until I realized that they’d actually written a feature on the whole night club debacle on page 9 and there, smack (pun intended) bang in the midst of other offended letters was mine. Emblazoned if you will upon the very centre and nexus of the article.
My ego was pumped to bursting point.
Or at least it was until I realised how SAD I was being.
I mean, it’s ONLY the Courier. It’s not like it’s The Sun or anything. Get a grip!
Anyway, for those of you who wish to read the letter but missed its posting here last week, just follow this link: Smack letter.