Blake's journal
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Calgary, 2002.04.07
A former colleague from my time at i7 (who said, when we gathered on his last day at the firm, to send him off, that he "would not miss the place"), has started a journal of his own. He's English, he's amusing, he's Blake! He's a budding journalist, which seems to mean he has to bone up on his drunken escapades (certainly a qualification for Canadian journalism, from what I remember), so he has a number of entertaining entries. He's always packing in his work on the journal because he's pissing off his mates with his raw entries, but he can never seem to resist.