Well, almost anyway.
I posted a travel tip in an idle moment a few weeks ago, as Michaela had just broken her camera, and here was a chance to win her a replacement.
I forgot about it, until this evening, when Michaela sat reading the weekend Guardian. It usually takes at least a week- you know what weekend papers are like.
And there I was, in nice black print. I have now scratched my name on the fabric of time and space to be remembered for ever. Or at very least to be a posh chip wrapping.
I did not win the camera though.
It was a tip about the Isle of Coll, as a beach back packing destination. One of many wonderful Argyll islands.
Well done! Doesn’t it feel nice? I always remember the first time the Herald published a letter I’d written…and I have to confess to still being excited when I get a byline, three years in the job!
The chip wrapper thing is funny, though. Every time I am starting to maybe, just maybe, get above myself a wee tiny bit, I find myself in the local chippy for a supper – and see my cutting-edge work (haha) surrounding successions of suppers. It makes me laugh. š