Flint, Fish and Chips and Falling on my Arse

It is 9am on an almost perfect Tuesday morning in September and I have had two accidents already. Nothing major but not the best way to start my day.

Being a writer is a marvellous calling and it really is a calling. Samuel Johnson said that: “No man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money” but I bet he knew the truth. I would wager that this was a c…