Having Not Said Anything The First Time,

I Find That Writing Is A Constant Battle With Exactly The Same Problems You've Always Had.

The Complexities Of Cause And Effect Defy Analysis.

Six Pints Of Bitter, Said Ford Prefect. And Quickly Please, The World's About To End.

Reality Is Hopelessly Inaccurate.

And Then, Just When You Think That You Have Experienced All The Wonders That This World Has To Offer, You Round A Peak And Suddenly Think You're Doing The Whole Thing Over Again, But This Time On Drugs.