I’m not organised enough to collect the phone numbers of beautiful women. If I’m honest, I’m not even organised enough to collect anyone’s phone numbers, or meet women of any description.
I do, however, have a little black book. Inside, its 192 plain pages are filling up with various scruffy notes that I have made in black fountain pen. Many of the pages have lists, bearably readable by anyone other than the author, of topics for posts to be made here.
My friends and colleagues like stealing the book. Maybe they want to know what’s going on in my head. Many say what they find looks like the scrawlings of a madman.
All the same, I have a little black book full of notes and, now I’ve done this, I feel I can begin on some of those.