I am happy but poor and live in a little flat in Bloomsbury with my sister Claudia. I am literary (yes, one can still be) and have been, whether I believed it or not, as long as I could be. Claudia is literary too but, like me, she would rather not acknowledge it.... sorry Claudia!

As you can see, I am 30 years old and this makes me happy. It was fun scrolling back through Nic's great pop-up calendar just now. I clicked back 29 times! 29 years clicking past before my eyes until a wednesday in 1976 appeared! I never knew the day of the week of my birth. I like wednesday's. I was prompt, by the way, an 8am baby, quiet as a mouse (I still am) staring at some nurse's breastwatch in a hospital behind the Vatican one wednesday morning in January, 30 years ago.

At the time of writing (December '06, late evening) I find myself in love with a young woman who had already fallen for someone else. We are due to meet for coffee tomorrow and I am, of course, nervous

Nic is one of my closest friends. He built this site again after we nearly killed ourselves over it some years ago.

Now I can express myself, for the first time.

Thanks Nic!