I'd just like to thank my friends and family...well, the nice ones anyway...for being there for me, making me the odd cup of tea, and putting up with my ever-challenging moods as I constantly mine the rotten crevices of my brain searching for things to post about here. Thank you; you'll be forever in my heart (raises glass of disgustingly expensive champagne).
Seriously, one hundred posts! One hundred little snippets of me basically moaning about stuff, in the interests of keeping my daily word count going, in the further interests of one day being able to call myself an "proper, experienced writer". One hundred disjointedly opinionated rants, mostly about things that don't really matter. That's quite a lot really, isn't it? If you have read all one hundred of these posts, you really do deserve a medal. I don't know what it would have inscribed on it. 'I Am A Mental Masochist' might be a good start. Or 'For Some Reason I Enjoy Mediocre Prose and This Is My Mediocre Reward' (that particular medal would be fashioned out of bronze, of course).
I'm off now...to think of some more things to post about. I might brave Southend High Street tomorrow - yes, in the midst of the summer holidays! Something tells me I won't be running out of rants for a little while yet.
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