I Certainly Think I'll End Up Writing

It Occurred To Me That If Africa Needed Us, Sometimes We Needed Africa A Great Deal More.

One Minute You're Closer To Someone Than Anyone In The Whole World, Next Minute They Need Only To Say The Words 'time Apart', 'serious Talk' Or 'maybe You...' And You're Never Going To See Them Again And Will Have To Spend The Next Six Months Having Imaginary Conversations In Which They Beg To Come Back, And Bursting Into Tears At The Sight Of Their Toothbrush.

Eventually, I Manage To Cheer Mum Up By Allowing Her To Go Through My Wardrobe And Criticize All My Clothes.

I Always Market Research My Books Before I Hand Them In By Showing Them To Five Or Six Close Friends Who I Trust To Be Honest With Me, So They Are Very Heavily Re-written Already.

Sink Into Morbid, Cynical Reflection On How Much Romantic Heartbreak Is To Do With Ego And Miffed Pride Rather Than Actual Loss