Somewhere, A Long Way Away,

As I Work In The Afternoon On Committing To Paper Some Of My Morning's Thoughts, I Find Myself Just About To Close On The Knotty Question Of Whether Or Not I Believe In God. In Fact I Am About To Type, 'i Do Not Believe In God', When The Sky Goes Black As Ink, There Is A Thunderclap And A Huge Crash Of Thunder And A Downpour Of Epic Proportions. I Never Do Complete The Sentence.

You Don't Ask People About The Immigration Policies Of The U.k. Or Their Country's Agricultural Policy. Instead, You Talk To Them About The Meal They're Eating Or Their Family, And From That You Get The Sense Of Another Human Being, Someone We Can All Relate To.

I Would Love To Go To Iran. The Island Of Madagascar, Everyone Says Is Pretty Exotic, Or The Wonderful Namibian Desert.

I Always Wanted To Be An Explorer, But - It Seemed I Was Doomed To Be Nothing More Than A Very Silly Person.

I Am Restless. I Don't Mind Leaving This Comfortable, Static Life. I Could Live A Year On My Own In A Remote Village.