Pretty Please

Like the message in a bottle that's just washed up on the e-shore, I discovered a plea for help from the other side of the big water. "Pretty please can someone comment?" it reads, followed by an admission of guilt, sort of . . .

Shhh. Don't tell anyone. But I work for the Daily Telegraph and have been wasting company time writing this blog.

. . . and ending with a thinly-veiled plea . . .

Oh no. Now I've written that it will be really embarrassing if I come in tomorrow morning and see zero comments.

. . . which ought to be more than enough reason to comment on it, I think.


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