Hold Up, Wait a Minute. Put a Little Blog In It
OK, the Oscar blog post cannot remain at the top of this page while I hurtle headlong towards the grave and my dermal tension gives up the ghost at a rate of 33 m/s^2.
Oops! Didn’t I promise an exposé on inflated wedding venue costs last time?
Is the shrill sound I’m now hearing:
a) the raucous cheers and whistles of my adoring public, or
b) the piercing screech of microphone feedback in an empty room?