Now and again I fuck up. I'll say something I shouldn't have said because I have the wrong information, or I didn't stop to think something through, or I got shitfaced. But when I realize I did, I own up... Really, I learned a long time ago in the ad biz that the fuckers who try and brazen shit out always get caught in the end. Well not all, Hughie, Dewey & Louie, plus Donny, are still getting away with it. Anyway, I did a post on the 6th about AdWeek and the hammering Gawker gave it. In the piece I said I had had a nice email from Alison Fahey, the Editor, offering me a comp subscription, but directing me to the "cough up $300 for a subscription web site. That was a FUCKING lie... That was my own stupidity, 'cos I didn't read the email properly... Proving in this instance that I am a fucking douchenozzle. Apologies Alison... If you don't send me the comp subscription, I shall understand. But, please, would you... Your humble and groveling servant. George.
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Alison... How can I express my feelings in mere words?