Ah, that's a weird one to describe! It takes the form of a set of nine seemingly independent stories in various genres, then a chapter in which the main story characters wake up together in a closed room and don't know why... and then it becomes a sci fi after that. That's all I'll say for now.

Ah, now there's a challenge! I'm not sure much of the stuff in my head can be written down to be honest. However, I am working on a novel, so maybe you can read that when it's done. I'm not sure how wise it will be, though!

Also: Happy Birthday :)

It took a while to get the words right, but it's something I've been feeling a lot recently. I mean, I'm 60 now so I think I'm finally allowed to say that I'm growing old... ish :) So much information inside my brain, and most of it is doomed never to be communicated. Makes me sad.

Thanks Tyler, enjoyed this one! I missed the call for questions, but I do have one that's been troubling me for years: when there are bagpipes playing behind the lines of a Scotsman, who is operating the control? The timing is so precise that I wonder whether the performer was given a switch...

This is also happening in the UK, though slightly differently. That politicians are so hungry for control that they're willing to dilute the idea of terrorism is a disgusting insult to people who have suffered and died at the hands of actual terrorists.

World Domination, as explained by ducks.