For any publisher / literary agent / writer’s agent who happens to be reading this, I’m assuming that you’re reading this (otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this; I think that makes sense :?). I find myself indisposed (using the word loosely or perhaps even completely incorrectly, oh well, English as a language can be loosely interpreted and is always ever changing and evolving). (I tend to re-read my work and the last line was completely superfluous. I should really have got rid of it and along with it this sentence I am writing instead of adding to the confusion.) Feel free to contact me as regards to publication and/or syndication of my work. I tend to write on spec on a variety of matters eg medicine, economics, the innumerable ways shoe laces can be tied (along with the myriad of colours available you end up with infinite permutations - not combinations, you need to understand the difference). My preference is however to meditate on the innumerable ways shoe laces can be tied…

I’ve always had literary aspirations. I crammed in an AS in English to go with the other 3 A levels. I’m somewhat of a fan of Jane Austen (who isn’t?). I wrote on my application to med school that I was a fan of Austen and sure enough was asked what the famous opening line to Pride and Prejudice was. I was a bit flummoxed and flustered at the question (who wouldn’t be at an interview for entry to med school) but managed to redeem myself by explaining the intent of the line (if not able to quote it verbatim):

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.”

Well, finding that I have time on my hands (up to and until the end of my life actually, and it doesn’t even end there. I’m a Buddhist, or so my mother continually reminds me, and you should never argue with your mother, so we end up dying and being continually being reborn. I guess that means I have plenty of time to write and correct any spelling mistpakes, I’ve included one just there for your delectation and delight.)

If my writing comes across as self centered (American English for a change) and egotistical, that’s because it is. As far as I’m concerned, the world revolves around me and when I die I shall be even less interested in (and care about) it than I do at present. For you environmentalists out there (that means you Greta), yes climate change is real but to quote the song by Bachman–Turner Overdrive, “you ain’t seen nothin’ yet”. When our nearest star, a middle sized nondescript common as muck star called the sun runs out of fuel (Hydrogen I believe), it will die and become a red giant. It will turn red and expand slowly engulfing the earth as it does so. The earth presumably will turn into cinder. This can be considered a somewhat dramatic, irreversible, life extinguishing form of climate change if you will.