Who calls 112 ?

Sometimes a lot of things all conspire to put you in a certain place at a precise moment. Happened to me today. Kept my cool. A brief acknowledgment and I kept calm and carried on (and, most importantly, didn't turn around.) Coincidences like that make me think about all the near-miss coincidences.

After just getting over not having won the Mercury, I am now having to get over missing out on the Man Booker and a Nobel Prize. This could be put down to the fact that I've not actually released an album, written a book or made some sort of scientific thing. However i am confident that my new big hoover (the one that I attach to the front door, switch on and it hoovers all dust in my house) may mean that I'll get the Nobel Peace Prize next year.

On a more up-beat note, I was pleased to note that no one attempted to murder me today. Thought that it may be possible that someone had a contract out on me after I helped land them very seriously in the jobbies yesterday.

Just as well, as I'd not have been able to run away from my assassin, due to having gorged myself on bribes gifts from clients and suppliers.

Anyway, must get on. Lots of finishing touches to be done for tomorrow.