Now, there are possibly hundreds of blog posts wandering around my internal landscape waiting to be written which, due to time demands and possible law suits, probably never will be. Like the one about the time I got my fingers trapped in a lift (elevator, for my American readers) door, or the one listing my foolproof ways of guaranteeing personal happiness (that one involves a fee and the, erm, laying on of hands. Enough said, I think.)
It occurred to me today, however, as I sorted through ideas, discarding some here, filing some there, that maybe it would be fun for you to decide what I blog about this weekend. My version of your favourite radio station’s request hour.
So… I’m not promising anything, but what would you like me to cover over the weekend?
