A young woman begins to sing along to the music below in the room next to mine. She is an islander. She is celestial; she is mysterious. She is enchanted. She beats her hands against the wall, in rhythm to the music below.

My most recent temporary chemical imbalance in the brain was six years ago… but I’m fully recovered now!

Whatever happened to putting in your apprenticeship, learning your craft, developing your skills and then trying to make it? Now it’s a case of almost instant fame after having come through some preliminary rounds…

I want to write something much more deep and meaningful and attract the “right” type of reader. (You know, the intellectually discerning type who wants to read about talking stuffed black and white dogs that jump out of Xmas puddings.)

Do you ever meet someone who just suddenly comes along and has the affect of a sledge hammer hitting you in the face at full force? Siggi was a full force hammer walloping me in right between the eyes…

…everyone present would gasp in surprise then reel in fits of laughter, congratulating Chester on his fantastic entrance, while telling him that only a genius could think of staging such a spectacular entrance…

Near to the top of my list is Venice with its winding canals and its array of Baroque, Renaissance and Byzantine architecture. Prague and Amsterdam are also beguiling. In Asia there is Kathmandu…