I can’t hack it. It’s 21.15 and I’ve got to throw in the towel and rock up them stairs with a mug of tea and
Day: 27 July 2009
Literary grumpiness
obviously, being unwell doesn’t agree with my sunny disposition; no gerbils were harmed in the writing of this piece When an author, you know, actually
It’s the Emperor’s New Clothes. Again
It is 09.02 Monday and I am at home. I have the day off because of a long-standing hospital appointment; nothing serious, the medical specialists