Rona flipped hastily through the pages of the magazine and presented it to Hannah, jabbing her finger on Sacha's column. "There" she said. "That's it, right there."

Hannah took the magazine gently from her, and began to read the column out loud while Sacha looked away, embarrassed.

"'When I was first asked to write this column'" Hannah began, enunciating each word with care, "'I was a little dubious. After all, aside from my poor eyesight and less than athletic figure -'" Hannah cut off just for a moment, to glance up at Sacha (who looked towards her with the sudden halt in the reading) and mouth "Rubbish!" with a cheekily tender smile. Sacha pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and looked away self-consciously again. Hannah resumed the reading: "- aside from my poor eyesight and less than athletic figure, what do I have in common with the average blogger? Well that begs the question: is there such a thing as an average blogger? Well the short answer is yes, some of them are very average indeed (and depending on how much you like puns you'll either love me or loathe me right now) and - as I discovered, to the surprise of my inner cynic and the delight of my inner optimist in the course of my research for this first column in what not exhaustive will at least be an exhausting series of blog reviews for the Word on the Street - some are good. Very good. Very good indeed.'"

Hannah cleared her throat and continued reading: "'But before we get to that, and because four years of university have taught me nothing if not how to pad out a piece of writing, let me first lay down a few ground-rules. Despite my glasses, despite my figure, despite the fact that I'm writing a weekly blog review, I'm no internet fanatic. Oh, sure, I don't dispute that the thing has its uses, but give me a telephone and a set of encyclopaedias and I could have just as much fun. If you're looking for passionate discourses about how the internet is the great leveller of humanity then I'd suggest you pick up a copy of Wired, or whatever the tech-mag du jour is. (Of course, hold onto your copy of the Word as well, for the excellent movie reviews, music reviews, and sundry pages of advertisements which all pet owners will be cherishing already). If, on the other hand, you want a detached (or semi-detached) but unashamedly opinionated look at some of the hundreds of thousands of blogs that are out there, then keep your eyes on this space - we might just get along.'"

Hannah stopped reading and looked up. "I like it!" she smiled. "Rona, this mag of yours might finally have something worth reading in it."

"Oh, shut up" laughed Rona.

Sacha shrugged. "It's okay. It's a little verbose. And it gets a bit dry after that, once I get to the actual blog reviewing part of it."

"I keep telling her she should be more bitchy in it" said Rona.

Sacha glanced at her over the top of her glasses. "And I keep telling you that being bitchy about fifteen-year-olds writing about how they hate their best friend is beneath my dignity."

Hannah smiled warmly at her. "Honey, you've got dignity to spare."