Wondermentalist

March’s Wondermentalist is looking good from the performance side, with Leonie Evans and Asha McCarthy of Rae booked to play, and Mr Dean Parkin, of Lowestoft, Suffolk, author of the collections Irresistible to Women and, imminently, Just My Luck, filling the sought-after headline slot.

That’s definitely a positive to take us forward with a spring in our step. On the other hand…I’m not too sure how the audience is going to get to hear of it, unless of course you all (audience) are regularly coming to this site, avidly reading everything then slipping off again, scrupulously leaving no trace. Maybe that’s it, you’re treading lightly upon the blog, leaving no cyber-footprint, conflating cyber with carbon and, because the thought of cyber-offsetting is too vague and upsetting, opting to make no mark whatsoever upon the pristine comments sections of the posts. Well, if that’s the case, and I’m sure it is, I salute you. I respect where you’re coming from. But there’s no need to hold back. Do not tread gently upon this good blog/Rage, rage against the drivel that I write.

So, why might the audience not hear of it? Because I managed to lose the wondermentalist mailing list. Or wondermentamailinglist as it should be known. At first I suspected random key-strokes from either me or Tom and Finn (my sons, age 4) but Chris of Macwyse – for all your mac needs – reckons it’s a hard drive anomaly. He also recommends an external hard-drive to back everything up. He recommended this calmly and philosophically, without the hint of a spec of a trace of how-many-times-do-people-need-to-be-told-to-back-everything-up-for-crying-out-loud. This was much appreciated. My own mailing list also disappeared. Posters are up, flyers are out, I’m sure the word on the street is buzzing, literally buzzing, like a swarm of bees trapped in a warm fridge.

But it remains to be seen whether we can pull the usual full house without e-mail publicity…