I sometimes think that predictive text and spell-checkers should be made illegal.
I've been feeling the pressure of producing these occasional missives from our little community. And I thought maybe it was time to get in a little help. I figured if we had a Community Satirist I could come up with the germ or, if you will, nugget of the posting. And the Satirist could then fill in the fine detail - plot, characterisation, jokes, research.
So I asked Kirby Muxloe, our Administrative Assistant, to write up the job ad for the "Mistletoe Bough" and the "Stukeley Advertiser and Avebury Chronicle". And, having the busy life of a working Archdruid, I left it to her to carry out the pre-screening of the CVs for me.
There's currently 12 sitarists sitting in the corridor awaiting the Selection Day. The noise is deafening, and not terribly tuneful - as you'd expect from a dozen out-of-work players of ethnic instruments.
It just goes to show. If you want something doing right, don't get a Beaker Person to do it.
