Awesome. What a kick in the arse for my morning of deluded self -importance! I cranked up David Bowie's 'Heroes' to stupid heights, reread your piece and metaphorically danced. (The physical reality of such a visual would see me arrested.)

To follow your words I fall upon Robert Palmer's 'Addicted to Love' and realize there may be life in this old bird. A quill! A quill and parchment! Thomas has given me cause.

Cheers. K