OVER AT my old organ The INQSTER, mop haired lovable Dunstabubble boy Paul Hales has announced he’s leaving the ship.
We’ve both worked together a lot during the years. In the early 1990s, when I was in exile for some reason or other, we both worked on The Software Magazine and were rewarded for our hard work with bouncing cheques from the proprietors.
But I first met him on a boat in the Thames. He and another young editorial assistant called John Barnes had taken advantage of Unisys’ bountless supply of fine foaming wines, and were attempting to sail it, much to my alarm.
Good luck Halesie, wherever you’ll tip up. And good luck to the other motley crew, the herd of freelance cats that I pulled together when I hurriedly created the Inquirer. The story is here. Charlie, another of my prodigies (shorely proteges, Ed) has started his own site, www.semiaccurate.com. This is spooky, because I was toying with starting one called Semi Conscious.