Did I Say 21?

So, there's a bit more info out on the punk I mentioned yesterday: SOB's not 21. Turns out, he's a mere suckling: 16.

Rot, you moron.

But enough about that.

This morning was an interesting one: reshuffled some policies and had to script a corporate video for Vodacom Lesotho in record time. The client's assessing it today, so I'll know tomorrow whether it was a bugger up.

Interestingly, I've found out there're two other people who also read this blog: probably as a favour to ES. But, regardless of the motives, both have said things that were relayed to me. One said something really flattering about what they've read here. So, thank you very much for your kind words, W.

The other pointed out something I was secretly hoping no one would notice. Goes to show. So, as a token of appreciation, R, I'm going to remove the line you asked me to "fix". First time and less observant readers probably won't notice, but please check out the edited first entry to this blog.

And welcome to both of you. Please join my - mmmm... group isn't the right word, so let's say - stripe of followers. It's going to be helpful if I can get an idea of how many people are actually reading this stuff. Not to fear, though, even if my Mom's the only follower, I'd still post new things daily just for their amusement.

Hope to have another story up next week, once I've cracked a couple more out over the weekend.

Dear ghost readers - if you're there - come on and join the chaos!