Well, I've tweckled and heckled and generally harangued numerous plinthers on Twitter for however many weeks it is, so it's only right and proper that I now face death by a thousand (well five probably) heckles....
As to what I am intending doing, most of the intentions are ruled out by the elfin safety lot, otherwise you'd have seen me taking up smoking again as immortality is, frankly, a pain; and running around in the safety net, seeing as I'm better qualified than most to check on its structural adequacy.
So....after reminiscing about the fact that I'll be standing where the delightful Amy also once stood, I guess it will have something to do with what I do most days - or did before One and Other happened along.
Will there be plichés, shout-outs for Droids and Twecklers? Foxy Plinth Chick List run-down? Hangman? Connect4? Plinth Bingo? Will I just curl up and die? Will the man from Inland Revenue who turned up at the office five minutes after the 1&O phone call and relieved me of several £ks be doomed to eternal pain by my sticking pins in a hastily-constructed voodoo doll?
This could go one of several ways...




