Pah!

I thought I might blog today but I'm in Manchester, questioning the vagaries of existence, and with no great insights other than to say that even a pair of cotton chinos can't make some men happy. Why are some of us born to achieve greatness and other end up sitting outside Manchester Town Hall feeding the pigeons? Looking back on my week of blogging, I counted up the many hours it took me and wondered 'what for?' I had fun but to what end? Where's the new series on Channel 4? What's happening with my books?

I'll see you all some other time. I'm here with the pigeons until 4.30.