Hullo and welcome. A self-confessed luddite (I don't yet posess a smart phone) it has been brought to my attention that the time has come to 'get with it'. So here I am, emboldened by a mince pie and ginger tea and cosseted by a thick jumper and cosy slippers. Only a minor contradiction to start, then.
This blog business is, apparently, a vital tool for today's 'media professionals'. I suppose it is the considered voice of the commentator. Rather than the shouty-shouty, knee-jerk handle that is Twitter. Much damage has been done in 140 characters or fewer to many, many more characters than 140, if you get me.
So I'm going to give it a go. Hopefully it will not be filled with irrelevant musings about reality TV or what I've just consumed for an afternoon snack.
It will be about keeping an eye on the spies, those who we are expecting to keep clean sport, whether that be cricket, football or Sumo wrestling. Corruption in sport is my specialism you see, particularly exposing
those who are supposed to be doing the exposing.
What I may well focus on is the ricks made by anti-corruption units as they 'battle' a scorge that is sweeping the world. It could get depressing, but enlightening also.
And do forgive me if I ramble on constantly about the need for AC units (not air-conditioning, folks, anti-corruption) to have betting expertise. So few do.
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