Travelling Fills Me With Dread.

We Need To Claim Lunch Back. It Is Our Natural Right. It Has Been Stolen From Us By Our Rulers. The Fear That Keeps You Chained To Your Desk, Staring At Your Screen, Does Not Serve Your Spirit. Lunch Is A Time To Forget About Being Sensible, Practical, Efficient. A Proper Lunch Should Be Spiritually As Well As Physically Nourishing. Cosy, Convivial, A Treat; Lunch Is For Loafers.

To Me There Is No More Depressing Sight Than A Five-year-old Staring At A Screen, Unsmiling, Mouse In Hand. Besides Whatever Dreadful Things This Prolonged Exposure To Screens Is Doing To Their Brains, Computer Games Tend To Be Solitary Affairs, And Produce Little Laughter.

Being Lazy Does Not Mean That You Do Not Create. In Fact, Lying Around Doing Nothing Is An Important, Nay Crucial, Part Of The Creative Process. It Is Meaningless Bustle That Actually Gets In The Way Of Productivity. All We Are Really Saying Is, Give Peace A Chance.

Alongside My "no Email" Policy, I Resolve To Make Better Use Of The Wonderful Royal Mail, And Send Letters And Postcards To People. There Is A Huge Pleasure In Writing A Letter, Putting It In An Envelope And Sticking The Stamp On It. And Huge Pleasure In Receiving Real Letters, Too.

Our Dreams Take Us Into Other Worlds, Alternative Realities That Help Us Make Sense Of Day-to-day Realities.