I’m not brilliant. I’m just an idiot with a deathwish.

I think there is more truth to be found in fiction than in any piece of factual writing. I learned that rather late in life. Perhaps the weight of years is making me sentimental.

Publishing fiction is a delicate thing, because it needs the right audience. That is to say, it needs an audience that understands. Daphne’s readership does. We are the national book council that never was.

85% is an understatement, Daphne.

HP you’re brilliant. Keep them coming and please don’t let us wait long.

Hear hear!

What a waste of resources. Net TV could create one of the best sitcoms ever. Come on Baxxter, start burning your midnight oil.

[Daphne – Hardly. These things only work in British English, and even then, they are misunderstood by 85% of the population of Malta.]

H.P., censorship is soon to be replaced with cyberbulling legislation. You might have to keep your work off the internet.

How many times will the cock have to crow?

I assume that on emerging from the den of deceit he bellowed like a bull from the corrals, fearful yet full of hope that he can defeat the forces of good.