Monk Quixote

Hmm. So I have arrived at the stage of life where I have dreams about going on Health and Safety courses about how to han­dle radioac­tive mate­r­ial. Whether this is some form of sub­con­scious com­men­tary on my writ­ing abil­i­ties I am not sure. It all seemed a bit of a lark in the dream — a train­ing course as clas­sic excuse for get­ting out of the office. More on this later. (more…)