And in the City of Love no less! Rather befitting I feel: the home of literary inspiration for Ernest Hemingway and incidentally the last place he resided before he took an extended leave of absence and shot himself in the middle of the desert. Rather dramatic stuff.

Conversely, I’m not dead (nor catching and eating pigeons from the belfry of Saint-Sulpice) and I’m very much alive. Sure, there has been a lengthy departure from regular avuncular updates, but all for good reason. You see, I only have two hands and one brain (only half it’s a Monday) so it makes for difficult time management when one is attempting to draft a novel, a television series and a screenplay simultaneously. I can hear you say, “A tradesman never blames his tools”, but given that all I have to operate is somewhat attached to me, it makes for figurative heavy lifting.

So enjoy, dear friends with the latest ramblings I have to offer. On that note, if you feel you can contribute in some way, whether it’s writing the occasional piece, reviewing a product or service, or just being an obsequious monkey at a keyboard, feel free to get in touch. Send through a message by clicking here and I promise to reply.

Your Agony Uncle x

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