You’ll be wishing you’d kept your gob shut when the conversation veers towards the thrilling topics of publishing, media, quacks, or higher learning. It’s a right riotous ruckus, that is, with everyone and their nan having their own two bob to throw in. It’s like trying to unravel a ball of wool in a kitten factory, complex as a Rubik’s cube after a night on the sauce. But don’t get your knickers in a twist, love, ’cause despite all the chin wagging, you’ll end up as empty-handed as a pickpocket at a nudist colony. Your lucky charm for the day is a four-leaf clover. But between you and me, if luck was measured in four-leaf clovers, you’d be wandering around a desert.

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