Coolopolis OKs The Gazette's taste in blogs

We at the offshore headquarters of Coolopolis enjoyed a pleasant surprise this afternoon when Ruprecht, Her Majesty's Royal Mail carrier, buzzed the downstairs gate, which was unusual -- Coolopolis Towers boasts neither buzzer nor gate. Somehow he did it anyway to impress on us that we should read a certain article in the 14th newspaper down from the top of the pile in his arms.

So we hopped an express elevator down, read the thing and raised an avuncular eyebrow or two. Grudgingly, we have to admit that the item by writer Steve Faguy (whom we know only by his unassailable reputation) has that rare combination of being both scintillating and factual. (Note to selves: Ask Steve if he wants a job at his present salary in offshore dollars -- plus daily chrysanthemums!)

Again we receive our due! As you doubtless know by now, Coolopolis has enjoyed hundreds if not thousands of high-profile endorsements in the past seventy years -- by fellow bloggers (you come first), in lights on the sides of dirigibles (a voltage gaffe is why the Graf zeppelin burned), in Picadilly and Times Square (it was cheap in the thirties), from since-disgruntled employees, and even in spray paint on the back of Jim Morrison's grave (we saw it on Flickr).

But we have never been given our due respects from that organ of uptown civility, The Gazette. Never until now, that is.

(Note to Ruprecht: From now on, The Gazette goes nearer the top of the pile.)