WEDNESDAY is, effectively, deadline day for the Croydon Ad. I say effectively because we have the tip of Thursday morning to tie-up the odd loose end.
Deadline means many things - blind panic, usually, being the ovveriding emotion.
But it's also exciting, thrilling even; the reason we all got into this business in the first place.
Nothing can beat the buzz of last-minute breaking news, seeing a great splash coming together or coming up with (what we think anyway) is a genius headline. Seeing the fruits of seven day's labours coming together to result in a cracking newspaper.
That's the theory anyway and, as I write this, we're on track for a good week.
I'll keep my powder dry on the splash for now but, inside the book, look out for news of another supermarket chain opening up in central Croydon, find out why a school decided to give pupils imitation firearms for its latest play, and read the incredible tale of the man who says simply: "I've had three kidneys donated, I don't want another."
We're also proud to be supporting a wonderful, touching camapign, of which more tomorrow.
Now, back to the roller-coaster that is deadline day.
As a certain radio DJ likes to say, nothing can go wrong from here...
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