Last week, I wrote a blog post for my new employer about a wee hobbit visiting our humble shire. I had gone for my usual three-hour lunch at my favorite Burlington eatery where I discovered that I had only just missed one Elijah Wood who was lunching at my lunch spot. Well, of course I did what any shoeleather journo would do- I got myself laid off and used my severance money to binge on alcohol and hookers. No, actually, I went straight back to my office and like the good little typist I am, wrote up my sixth-hand account of Wood’s visit to our little city.
This is what scandal looks like.
You can read the post here. Don’t worry, it’s not epic. And it’s not meant to be read by sticks in the mud or humorless gray people.