Its easy being a blogger, you just write what you are thinking and then put it down. I have a ten minute slot to do this so what I write depends on what is going on my life, dreams, thoughts because I try to stay honest to the thoughts that happen as I write in that ten minute slot... hmm. But does it really, I mean of course I am cautious, you can't, as Martin Amis asked us to believe, write about the fact that 'men think about sex every seven seconds...' or twenty times a day (what only twenty, goodness) and then the question arises, with whom... these are the secrets of being a man, I guess but I wonder if it is really true or not? This picture of me was taken in Barcelona by my son Dan, who flies home from Australia today and it will be great to see him. By all accounts he has had the time of his life and long may it continue. For me, the most important part of my life is seeing him happy. And when we pick him up at the airport we will listen to this driving home - while car dancing - for now it reminds me of the time we drove down the Pacific Coast from Los Angeles to San Diego, goodness, that was only a couple of months ago, how time flies, how far we travel, we really are Icarus boys:
