Ticktock

When the going gets tough, the tough gets going - right?

Wrong. When the going gets tough the tough tends to bury itself in deluded fantasies. Just enough to support my need to live in comfortable denial. So given this talent of mine, I can happily say that I’m feeling pretty good at the moment. I have seven days left of the Easter holidays and I intend to fully enjoy them. I’ve even begun to read ‘Mars’ by Ben Bova, a book I have been meaning to read for a long while and I have also been using this time to re-watch a lot of my favourite films. Good times.

What I most certainly do not have to do is write, from scratch, thirteen thousand words for the 24th April. Certainly not. Oh no, not little old me. I’d never get myself into that sort of mess. If someone gave me an entire year to write a ten thousand word dissertation, boy, it would be so damn good. So good you wouldn’t believe. Imagine the sorts of resources I could use! I’d probably take the time to check out the public records office in London, that would be a great place to start. Then of course I have all those newspapers, I could take my time with them – make sure I was really clued up about the period. And the biographies, all those biographies of the key characters I could read up on. Just to make sure I didn’t miss a thing. Yer, that’s what I would do.