Just when we thought we had escaped the cruel clutches of heartless Winter, the balmy day vanishes and another fucking freeze sets in, colder than a prom queen's heart. I swan. In another week we shall again be visited by the Balm of Tantalus, but who is to say whether it will last? I am past putting my trust in the words of Weathermen.

In other news I am forging through strange literary corners like "Shock" by Suzanne Somers, and "Outsmart Your Cancer" ( promoting alternative therapies), and scheduling my next battle with the Super Chemical Battalion. So far, I have stood tall, bloody but unbowed. We shall see.