Agony Column Returns
Wellington Leg: Mere days after announcing the arrival of the Wellingtonienne, we’re proud to say that the Agony Column is back by popular demand. The Druidical & Literary reminds everyone of our slogan, We Dish, They Wish. Much as we desired to provide serious news for serious readers ( our former slogan) the D&L and this blog will now feature “first person” and amped up prose more fitting to our new tabloid sensibility. Gutsy, gritty, even greasy and grimy, lurid, florid, triffid, not very succinct but certainly hip, sexy, and now. We’re dropping golf coverage altogether. Irish lace competition? Not in this rag.
Regular readers remember the Agony Column when the earl answered letters from readers offering sound advice in an unsound manner. Quite frankly, and in all candor, some of those letters were written by paid staff and bitter interns. Much of the advice was directed at writers seeking information about publishing, agents, real time tips flowing from the oracle of Wellington Leg, the Earl of Watership Down. However since his literary debut VOLTAIRE’S MIASMA, mocked by Le Soir as “Unreadable!” the unfortunate affair of the corpseless head of a German tourist spiked on his gatepost, the earl feels that following his advice may be hazardous. With the Volvo in the shop and so many Commitments, along with his impending beheading at the Tower, he is passing the torch to the Wellingtonienne to guide you through the Labyrynth modern publishing has become.
From the Wellingtonienne: Word in the newsroom is I may be one of Victor Hugo’s descendants, to which I say, that’s totally cool. That guy could write a musical.