It was 2007, and Blez offered me the chance to join him on the front page as his first additional front page writer. “I can’t offer you any money right now,” he explained, “though I hope to be able to sometime soon.”
“No worries,” I replied, adding that all I really needed to be happy was a pony for Christmas. Xmas, 2007 came and went and while there was no pony delivered to my home I chalked it up to a misunderstanding — obviously Blez had thought I was kidding and I had not taken enough pains to establish otherwise.