Little Miss Attila spills the beans,
Regret to Inform Our Readers
. . . that Fausta and I will not, after all, be engaging in a mixed-martial art contest of will in an octoganal cage in order to decide who gets to be crowned “Grande Conservative Blogress Diva 2008.”
Our agents were simply unable to hammer out an agreement. As I recall, the sticking point was that her representation would not allow mine to fudge my height in publicity photos, so I look as tall as she is. You know how agents are: can’t live with ’em . . . and so on.