A bad review with ramifications
Now this is fun! On one side, the man who would be king of the world (no, not the guy on the Titanic). On the other side, the owner of a magazine with circulation numbers over the million mark. On one hand, a restaurateur (at least by ownership). On the other hand, someone with the ability to write coherently. Let the games begin.
You see, the magazine recently published a review of the restaurant. “Not nice!”, said he who was proud of his fare. And, not content to stop there, he also took to Twitter, to point out that the magazine was not doing so well. To quote: “way down, big trouble, dead.” Well, sometimes you shouldn’t write too soon. The magazine picked up an additional 13,000 paid subscribers in the n. To use next twenty-four hours. To use one of the favourite modifiers of the restaurateur, “HUGE”.
I’ve read the review (although I’m not intending to eat at the restaurant). Believe me, not encouraged to go out of my way either. Can’t wait to see the next salvo in this tiny skirmish.
And back to real life. Around noon, I put my dead battery back on the charger. Around suppertime, I took the charger away, started my car and parked it for easy access should a boost be required in the morning. That’s twice in a fortnight that the battery has failed to deliver, which is enough to tip the balance. I’ll be off to get a better one in the morning. Even though a car is not required on a day-to-day basis, I want it to work reliably.
