Bingo in Smoking

So, you’ve somehow stumbled upon this blog whether it be that (in order of likeliness) you know me, you know someone who knows me, you love and consume Liberatr media or via stickers you’ve seen around town. Whatever the case this makes you among the elite. You are the bee’s knees, and I congratulate you on your literary savvy and finesse.

A little background info from my side of the tracks: I have been writing humo(u)r since I can remember. In high school I wrote a column called A Shallow Pool of Deep Thought, which nobody really “got” (to my understanding) and in college I wrote a column called “The Price of Tea in China,” which is available via The Ball State Daily News Online or by searching for me on Google. I am not responsible for anything you find.

These days I’m living in Northwest London. I have a Master’s in Screenwriting and Producing for Film and Television, but it doesn’t matter. I spend my days watching Judge Judy reruns and doing the Yahoo crossword at City University, where I work as an admin monkey.

Bingo in Smoking as a phrase is a message to you, dear reader, of hope, of serendipity, of newfound fortune even in a world of chaos. (In the words of The Mr. T Experience, even Hitler had a girlfriend.) That, and I thought it was a really cool title.

Enjoy, subscribe and be merry, for tomorrow you may be bored.