by Giles Turnbull
I’ve got a new toy – a mailing list of my own, just like the good old days of gorjuss and luvly. If you remember them, you’ll know what it’s like. Stuff, from me, sent out as and when. So far, it’s mainly chunks of text and thoughts that occur. In the future, it might include works-in-progress, stuff that got spiked, bits of interview, you know the sort of thing.
It’s a Google Group because that was the least hassle. Apologies to those of you with a burning hatred of Google Groups or hosted list services generally.
For a moment I was going to call it “triffic” or something similar, but in the end opted for the duller-than-twigs “gilest”.