That could have been terrible Italian; only Michelangelo will know. I’ve moved my blog from blogspot to here, to establish a web presence for myself – on the advice of the frighteningly influential Harry McGee. So now, when somebody I meet out and about on a Friday night (were I ever to be out and about of a Friday) googles me, they will find not only a comment I left on somebody’s Bebo page in the days of my youth, but they will find this, me, online and creating journalism magic.

Journalism magic: the realm of, in my opinion, Anthony Lane, Robert Fisk and Martin Amis, my faves. Amis and Lane are probably similar in that they both review; Fisk reviews, but more life itself than books or film, but in no less critical a fashion – in fact, one could say more. Also, Amis is somewhat more of a pedant, albeit an adorable one, than Lane.

So here I am: those are the men to whom I look up. I did just buy Cupcakes and Kalashnikovs, so, maybe by my next post, I will have some women to look up to as well. And maybe some day, I’ll be one of those women to whom some aspiring journalist is looking up. Them’ll be the days.