There are 666 items of spam caught in the net of my googlemailbox.
Meanwhile my blogging self is feeling blue and disheartened at the shenanigans over at Fin Kennedy's place. That someone as generous (that word again) and genuine as DE should be subject to this sort of happy-slappy, disdainful, sneery treatment is just rubbish. I wouldn't blame him if he called it a day and saved his breath for the punters who will continue to beat a path to the theatres that stage his work. I'm hoping not, as I shall miss him and Rascal and all the rest of it.
In his latest post Fin gives a shout out to The May Queen which is very decent of him.
But for those commenters who enjoy sledging creative people for their temerity, and the perceived timidity in our peer reviews - we may not have many teeth but we're still smiling.