No One Is Thinking About You. They're

One Minute You're Closer To Someone Than Anyone In The Whole World, Next Minute They Need Only To Say The Words 'time Apart', 'serious Talk' Or 'maybe You...' And You're Never Going To See Them Again And Will Have To Spend The Next Six Months Having Imaginary Conversations In Which They Beg To Come Back, And Bursting Into Tears At The Sight Of Their Toothbrush.

Reminded Of Favorite Poem By Wendy Cope Which Goes: At Christmas Little Children Sing And Merry Bells Jingle. The Cold Winter Air Makes Our Hands And Faces Tingle. And Happy Families Go To Church And Cheerily They Mingle, And The Whole Business Is Unbelievably Dreadful If You're Single.

I Always Market Research My Books Before I Hand Them In By Showing Them To Five Or Six Close Friends Who I Trust To Be Honest With Me, So They Are Very Heavily Re-written Already.

It Is Proved By Surveys That Happiness Does Not Come From Love, Wealth, Or Power But The Pursuit Of Attainable Goals.

Comedy Tends To Come Out Of Things Which Are Quite Painful And Serious.