I hate that bloody Yuletide countdown stuff, almost as much as the first job vacancies for Santas in July, but mercenary is as mercenary does, and I still have copies of "Wild Merseyside" to sell.
Thanks then to Andy Bunting at the In Focus store at Martin Mere, who took another 20 copies off my hands this week (there's not many left now)...and as ever, thanks to everyone who has got a copy already.
If you've still to score my magnum opus, may I respectfully suggest you do so asap - if you get a few copies (a steal at ÃÂ£4.99 each) and stockpile 'em, it'll save you that horrendous trip to the petrol station at 11.45pm on Christmas Eve in a rabid dash to get prezzies for all.
After all, where else, but in "Wild Merseyside" can you marvel at Jellyhead's aquatic hunt for Lesser Emperor? Or wonder at Bazzo's sanity as he braves yet another sandblasting for a shearwater at Formby Point?
Or enjoy some of the best Leach's Petrel shots from grown-ups like Steve Young and Rich Steel?
Let's face it, a copy of "Wild Merseyside" has got to be a better prezzie than an old "A to Z" of Llandudno from your nearest Shell garage...
So put simply, buy "Wild Merseyside", or Rudolph gets it.
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies...