I'm doing this because I entered on a poorly thought out whim. Such is the way with much of my life, and it usually works out to be quite interesting.
I've asked friends and acquaintances to write letters for me to read out on the plinth. Some are personal, some are funny, some are in the form of poetry, some are rants, some are invented and a few are to Nelson himself at the top of that column. Providing I can figure out the amplification and nobody objects I'll read out as many as I can.
Thank you to Jo for the amp, dad for the mic and everyone who wrote the letters.
