The National is well into its life as a full-blown, honest-to-God newspaper and I’m bloody shattered. And I’m not one of the people who’ve been working six-day weeks for the past two months (that’s an awful lot of hyphens in two sentences, Colin will shmack me).

As is always the case in this industry, some nights go more smoothly than others. We’ve had to grow up fast and I think we’ve done that. Onward we go.

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