I Count It As A Certainty That

I've Given Up Email. Well, Almost. At The Weekend I Set Up One Of Those Auto-reply Messages, Informing My Correspondents That I Would No Longer Be Checking My Emails, And That Instead They Might Like To Call Or Write, As We Used To In The Olden Days.

Being Good To People Is The Only Insurance Policy You Need.

Travelling Fills Me With Dread.

Long Weekends At Festivals, Short Weeks At Home, All Summer Long: Now That Is Surely Preferable To The Immense Cost And Headache Of The Nuclear Family Holiday In The Sun?

Life Has Been Reduced To A Series Of Long Periods Of Boredom In The Office Punctuated By High-octane "experiences" Which You Can Rack Up On Your List Of Things To Do Before You Die. That's Not Really Living: That Is Slavery With The Occasional Circus Thrown In.