But I Can't And Don't

Each Sudden Gust Of Light Explains Itself As Flames, But Neither They, Nor Even Bombs Redoubled On The Hills Tonight Can Quite Include Me In Their Fear.

In A Fragile Environment, We Need To Be Aware Of Ourselves As Members Of A Uniquely Powerful Species Living Among Other Species Who Are Quite As Interesting As We Are But Vulnerable To Us Because We Are Cleverer In More Destructive Ways.

I Get Up At 5.30am, Sluice Myself And Have Two Weetabix And Some Mint Tea, Before Starting To Write By 6am.

Like A Lot Of People, For A Long Time I Thought That The Road To Hell Is Paved With Bad Sequels.

Jenni Fagan Is The Real Thing, And The Panopticon Is A Real Treat: Maturely Alive To The Pains Of Maturing, And Cleverly Amused As Well As Appalled By What It Finds In The World.