If ever there was a time to pull your finger out and start that blog or PR stunt you’ve been yakking on about, it’s now, mate! Or maybe you could finally scribble down that novel you’ve been threatening us with for yonks. Whatever you spew out is bound to get a hearty response, like a drunk bloke at a footie match. Plenty of punters will lap it up, though a few might think you’re a few sandwiches short of a picnic. Lucky charm: A feather quill. Because nothing screams “I’m writing a novel” more than plucking a feather from a pigeon’s arse and dipping it in ink. Now that’s commitment to the cause.

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