Editorial Update by Mike Devlin: Right of Reply
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Is it really February? Where did it all go? It seems only yesterday I was looking at my 18th day straight of a portion of turkey with trepidation. But do you know what wasn't all that long ago?
Yes, that.
Y'see, I am that person she (Camille) ignored. Actually, let's be clear: she despised me. I was the embodiment of everything that was abhorrent. And do you know what? I did not have a clue.
I stumbled upon her, or more importantly, what she was doing, and I thought I could help. I offered, but then life got in the way (no, you're right, she didn't mention that bit, did she?), and I felt really bad about it. And I still did not have a clue.
I offered to write, and I did, and sent it. Oddly, she didn't just like it, she loved it, but I am a chef who drinks, so, just no. All the no's.
And I still did not have a clue.
That call? That butt-call? I was, because of course I was, in a pub. There was no sign of apprehension or despisement; she was beyond cordial, and that laughter was infectious. As it turned out, she had a full-on argument with herself for taking that call.
And I still did not have a clue.
I had no feelings about her, one way or the other; I simply did not care one iota. What I did care about was what she was doing, and I thought I could help a little. As it turned out I helped more than anyone could possibly imagine, but not in the way I expected. No, I am not putting myself on a pedestal - everything that was being created and formed was by her own hands, and I could see her vision. Of course, I started to learn more about her, what she had endured, and that - quite by chance - I turned up in her life at both the right and wrong time, and that just made me more admiring.
And then something rather strange happened: I did have a clue. And so did she. Quite how it all came about I am unsure of; we have often spoken about it, but happen it did, and so here we are. She is correct in what she says though - we have both been able to see each other through the other's eyes. Oh, dear, this is getting far too soppy, and I don't do soppy.
This magazine of ours is the culmination of days, weeks, and months of hard work, and there will be many more to come. But we do it for you - yes, you - and we will continue to do it for you. In five months time the magazine will reach its 1 year anniversary (it honestly feels like 10) and we will grow from strength to strength covering all topics concerning women, from the flippant to the devastating and difficult to read. We may also have a couple of ideas we wish to bring in, but for now you'll have to wait and see.
Now then, the pub is open but I promised to make her a spicy chorizo-infused vegetable medley beneath a lemon and olive oil sea bass.
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