Stuck for something to do? Take our tedious survey…

A while ago I told you how I complained to the bank that every time I visited my branch I got a phone call asking me to do a survey.  ‘But it’s a vital part of our feedback!’ the clerk protested.  ‘We want to make sure you’re happy with every aspect of our service!’

‘I’m happy with everything except the surveys,’ I said.

So out of pure compassion I’m not going to hit you with a survey even though I, too, am desperate to make sure you’re happy with every aspect of my service – but I would like to know which aspects of this blog float your boat and which make a hole in the hull.  Do you like reviews?  Which do you prefer – book, TV or film reviews?  Do you enjoy my rants about Mark and his madness?  Or are you engaged by bursts of outrage about misuse of our beloved language?  Does politics interest you?  Or is it just the usual everyday melodrama that I call my life, which engages your interest?

Please drop me a comment and let me know.  I like getting comments.  My heart leaps when I see the little speech bubble in the corner all lit up in orange (you can’t see that, it’s only for the initiated) and I always try to respond.  So let me know what you enjoy reading.

At the moment I am waiting to hear whether a friend has become a grandfather; also reflecting on last nights delumptiously entertaining meal with Bettina’s philosophy group at Shivalli South Indian restaurant.  The food was wonderful and the conversation divine – and I managed to sell four tickets for the Sound Cafe concert at the end of Jan

Tickets £5 from me or the Cathedral.

Kirk out