EMBARGO

Melissa gets served fresh embargo for the first time in her life. Surprisingly, it doesn’t taste that bad…

I was reading the Christmas edition of The Big Issue over lunch yesterday, and in doing so polished off an article about embargoes (and a lamb cutlet with salad). Specifically, the article went on to explain how now-a-days, in an age where anyone and everyone can tweet to their own beat, the old-fashioned embargo is in most instances null and void. [She said “most instances”, didn’t she? oh boy, here it comes…]

Last night on arriving home I downloaded some apparently media-sensitive news. Just before my partner – TurboNerd – managed in his excitement to broadcast the whole shebang to the Twitterverse, I read the fine print, and found out that I have been gagged. So I have news, but it’s a secret. I’m not teeeell-ing,  nyah na na na nyaaaah nyah ;P

Who starts a blog with news they can’t tell? Me! I do! And you wanna know why?

Well, it sets a nice easy standard, doesn’t it?

Not to mention that it is imbued with the mystery and intrigue of an old TV series (the only one coming to mind is Batman, and you know he’ll get out of it with some tricky gismo that Alfred installed in his suit that day or by a single `kapow` – or similar – to each of the baddies). Back in the days where you could in no way find out the resolution of such cliff-hanger episodes “until you tune in next time!”

Til Monday, y’all!