Birthday

We missed the Blog’s 1st birthday, which should have been in late June. For a Blog produced on the kitchen table in a rural English county, we haven’t done badly in the first 12 months.

Ruralshire’s finest on a visit to London. The “open neck shirt” look would never be allowed in Ruraltown in case a member of the public became upset. The guns would be acceptable.

Highlights of the first year for me in no particular order:

1. The PC Daniel Coffill publicity.

2. The Comments on the Llama post.

3. Nearly getting busted for doing this Blog.

4. Writing “The Rich Girls Are Weeping”.

5. Meeting PC David Copperfield for a few beers in London.

Thanks go out from the Gadget household to readers and friends from Scotland, the South West, London, caravan parks, dark satanic mills, my youngest sister who is easily as insane as me, my cousin (who I know reads this, but NOT at work), retired colleagues, American law enforcement officers, county mounties, prague tories, Bloggers who link and feed (sounds painful) Paramedics, Ulstermen and all those who comment, without whom this Blog would be 1/2 what it is.

As one of my favourite music Blogs says, “I am fuel, you are friends”.