The Pink Ones Keep you from Screaming

I wrote another review this afternoon, and have been feeling guilty ever since. It was a bit of a savaging, and I really tried not to be too discouraging, yet I can't help but feel that the guy will never write another word again after reading it. I know how demoralising it can be when you get a bad review, and when I write one I wouldn't be happy to receive I feel like I'm a complete bastard. I do try to add constructive criticism, and I know that it's not as bad as some of the reviews people get (I've never used the word 'terrible', for example), but I still feel like I'm kicking someone in the head.

Later . . .

And Here I am Using my Legs Like a Sucker

And yes, I borrowed the cufflinks. Am I ready for the interview? I think so, but I shall be glad, regardless of the outcome, when it's over.

Wish me luck . . .