A new career.

I've taken up playground lurking in the hopes that it's a more lucrative field than freelance journalism. So if anyone knows any Roald-Dahlian barristers or vicars looking to procure the services of an incorrigible youth for the purposes of indentured servitude, I charge by the ounce.

Despite the creepy overtones of that photo, I'm not really shooting through a fence. It's actually another piece of playground equipment.

Also, in another staggering blow to my well-established e-ignorance, I discovered how to post my six-minute radio demo tape online. Rejoice, O unwashed masses!