Missing in Action

As readers may have gathered from my total failure to report on the major news from yesterday, namely the attempted – and thankfully failed - bombings here in Blizsta, I spent much of yesterday away from what I like to think of as my newsdesk(1) watching the Dregz plokkij match between Albia and Cobba, where the only appalling goings on involved the Albian first XI. Today I read on the interweb of a shooting of a man by police on one of Albia's underground trains. Frankly, as someone who these days regards himself chiefly as a reporter on political events, I am not at all sure I feel cut out for this sort of thing. In the circumstances I hope my readers will forgive me if I retire to the safety of the Bor yt Hunza for the present.

(1) And others prefer to think of as the seat in Vlotar's cybercafe nearest to the lavatories(2)
(2) Which, should Vlotar be reading this(3), could do with a clean.
(3) Readers will recall that he is presently away in Frelsveorthig looking after my dear wife Ylatea (see An Aside)