Finally, for now, another reblog from another of my blogging sites
It’s the bizarre kind of fact a journalist finds useful for livening up a dull article.
I once worked on a magazine in Park Lane, London. At Christmas the printers used to take my boss to a well-known restaurant, Scott’s of Mayfair.
Ian Fleming ate potted shrimps there, often, apparently.
Anyway, as an erstwhile journalist of sorts, I was reminded this week of just how much more fun blogging is than – yawn, sorry, where was I?
Oh, yes. Writing for a magazine.
I no longer do freelance journalism – but – there is a slim chance, not one I’m relishing right now. Foolishly I offered a piece to a local magazine, a county magazine whose September issue runs to over 300 pages. Well over 300.**
You see, last Sunday we went shrimp fishing.
(I’m not typing shrimp- joined to -ing any more…
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