My digital picture library of family, friends and frenemies. It lends itself to both nostalgia and blackmail.

What is this “bad day” you speak of? Darwin, my gorgeous Pomeranian, turns every day into a good day.

Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good
Give my regards to soul and romance
They always did the best they could
And so long to devotion
You taught me everything I know
Wave goodbye
Wish me well

A hybrid of a giant cephalopod and a triffid.

I’m day-night curious.

In with anger, out with love.

My two months of exploring how to become a lactose intolerant, non-binary, vegetarian who drives an electric car to his job at the recycling plant.

Flights of Fancy: Defying Gravity by Design and Evolution by Richard Dawkins.

How to fly (literally and metaphorically).

Team sports.

I’d seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade.

“Quantum mysticism”, the merchandising technique, is a joke. Every third charlatan finds that he (yes, it’s always a man) can sell books by wrapping his content-free dross in a warm, fuzzy, pseudo-mystical cloud of blather featuring the word ‘quantum’ very prominently. (Thanks, RL Trask.)

You don’t mean write an essay, do you?

Empower women to alleviate poverty.

Consult and pay money to psychics, holistic “healers”, astrologers, reiki “masters”, palm readers, acupuncture practitioners, chiropractors, etc.

Make primary, secondary and tertiary education free for all.

Jacob Bronowski’s The Ascent of Man; Civilisation: A Personal View by Kenneth Clark; Club Random with Bill Maher; Nighty Night by Julia Davis; Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace; Making Sense with Sam Harris; Cunk on Earth; Carl Sagan’s Cosmos: A Personal Voyage; John Waters’ Pink Flamingos; Larry Charles’ Religulous; Ken Russell’s Gothic.

Crocodile steak.

Social media influencers.

I can spray anti-perspirant in perfect circles.