Ha – the tax consultant who was going to tell us all about tax in Germany, and believe you me, there’s a lot of it here, has gone missing. Probably waylaid by a passing taxpayer. But it gives me a chance to fill you in on my new idea – combat the demography shift with smoking and extreme sports.
I mean, I don’t see what all the fuss is about. First they tell us to get fit, eat properly, live safely, stop smoking, and now they’re wondering why we’re all living longer – a no brainer, if you ask me.
The easy way out? Make it compulsory for the over forties to start smoking, and take up at least two extreme sports. I would suggest free climbing and high diving. Five years later – problem solved.
Oops, the tax man has turned up – got to run…

So, for all of you who are not interested in sex, well, actually even if you are, but can distract yourself for just one moment, I’ve just updated my work in progress, with a bit of work on my current poem and a few more paragraphs to my current story – enjoy. Oh, and the story is about a girl and a boy, and they even kiss and fantasise about sex – so I’ve labelled this with sex too…

just did a bloody stupid thing – jumped on my bicycle and cycled for at least an hour, but it feels like six. And now I’m sitting here wondering how I will make it through the rest of the day with my body screeching things like “exhaustion”, “sleep”,  “fucked”, “shagged” at me. My muscles are already beginning to shrivel and are sucking up all the oxygen my brain needs to think… It immediately brought on thoughts of my immanent mortality, the pain of aging, so I started writing a poem about getting old. Although maybe, in hindsight, I should write one about getting fit…

talking of oxygen for the brain, or food for thought, i.e. the lack of it, it was always my contention that the last twenty years have seen a consistent and coordinated attack on critical thought in Britain, as witnessed by the ever increasing cutbacks suffered by Philosophy departments across the board. As far fetched as this might appear, it seems that my worst fears have been confirmed as there is now a charity to help professional philosophers in their hour of need.

I am now going to lie down…