It has been a tradition of this blog to begin each new entry with an apology for the length of time between posts, usually these would come after a month, perhaps two, and be followed by another fine and incisive example of the journalism that has been a hallmark of this production for the entirety of its history (excepting a brief period in the 1920s when the magazine functioned as a trade publication in the brothels of a number of European capitals). However, given that it has been some 18 months since last our electronic edition reached the etheric news stands of the internet, the editorial staff felt such an apology would ring hollow, mostly as the bulk of our loyal readership have shuffled off their mortal coils in the meantime.
No apologies then. Instead I welcome you once again to the online edition of the Idle Spectator, sure to be updated with vigour, at least until I tire of the process. Feel free to ignore any earlier entries, they are but the ramblings of one with a loosening grip on reality. Mayhap my grip is looser still, but my prose more mature.
