spinoff

Dear Reader,

 

Spinoff has been rather busy of late - busy being: ill, overworked, put-upon, ill and tired. As a result of these various hindrances, the blog to end all blogs, the incisive, trenchant compendium of vitriol, invective, vituperative debate and downright gobbiness has been ever so slightly off air.

 

For this, Spinoff is truly sorry.

 

But then again, not that sorry.

 

Spinoff will be back in the new year, with a new haircut, a nice new Christmas jumper, some fresh socks, and a whole swilling confusion of new ideas, angles, points of view and commentary from the bottom of the heart, and in some cases, simply from the bottom.

 

Spinoff "is not dead, but hath slept," as I think somebody once said. Was it Jim Davidson? Or perhaps Alan Milburn - always getting those two mixed up.

 

So for more close examination of the boy king Cameron, the lapsed emperor Blair and the piss-coloured puddle of whisky who's name temprarily escapes me, join us in the new year. We won't tell you what to think, we'll tell you what to think about.

 

Yours etc.,

 

Spinoff.