I don't need a job, but I want to be a paperback writer

Despite giving in and returning to Hampstead Theatre a second Equal Opportunities Monitoring form they still have not got back to me. Assuming that I won't, I welcome any suggestions about what to do with the 23,000 words worth of short stories that are currently filling up my computer's memory.

Inadvertantly I seem to have got rid of the archives menu on my blog, or at any rate it has disappeared. This is annoying, so if anyone can enlighten me, please do.

I am off to Rome in a few hours' time. In my absence I expect the menu will miraculously reappear and render this post unnecessary and confusing.

Am currently watching a BBC4 programme about public information films and how generally ridiculous they were. Ah, my life is so wild. I have also just been informed that next week is 1973 week on BBC4. I'm not sure how we will tell the difference, as BBC4 is sweetly polite and gloriously timeless. Am also confused as to why particularly 1973. Not that I object, it just seems a little random.

I have given up learning Italian. I will be fine asking for the way to the post office or for a room with a bath, but if I need to say anything else, or if anyone replies to anything I attempt to say, I'm screwed.

See you in a week.