In an attempt to make something out from myself I have been trying to write essays and short stories. I have a notice on the wall of my bedroom that is intended to remind me to do all of these things but it does not work even remotely and I find myself tidying the house when I ought to be reading The Independent, or The Guardian or The Times. At the moment I am in the middle of writing a collection of essays that are about ideas and that sort of thing. They have good titles; The Recycling of Ideas, Impossible Ideas, and that sort of thing. They are more than likely slowly dribbling out of my mouth and onto the paper in an inky shape and I feel myself getting drowsy when I look at them. It is the sort of occasion where one requires a thesaurus and a better education for a start. I am also writing letters and that sort of thing. I want to write a letter to the local chief of police and ask him if he thinks that it is better for shop owners to leave their lights on or off at night. I think that they would be better left off. The next page, or perhaps another page on this site will be similar to the green image that you get at the beginning of film trailers.