Or is it?

The old saying is that there’s a good book in everyone, it’s just that few seem to take up the challenge of actually putting pen to paper.

I’ve always liked books, and always seem to have one (at least) on the go.  When you see things done well, it invariably makes you think you could do it just as well - whether it’s someone playing a sport, drawing a picture, playing an instrument or whatever.

Driving for 7 hours up motorway after motorway gives you plenty of time to think about stuff and realise exactly what it is you like or hate in the world.

Today I decided :

• Kirsty is most definitely The One, something I already knew but has been reaffirmed lately during our enforced time apart. Not having her with me every day is beginning to take it’s toll, but there’s nothing we can do about it so just have to get on with it.

• I’m going to try and write a book - can’t be that hard surely?

There are two kinds of books, those which pick me up by the scruff of the neck and drag me into the narrative right from the first chapter, the first page, the first line - and there are those which it’s a real struggle to get into for one reason or another.

Having read a few other Ben Elton books, I expected Blind Faith to follow the former route, but I actually found it really hard to get into for one reason or another.

I’ve just finished reading this autobiography of Russell Brand, and I must admit I really enjoyed it.

I’m not normally a fan of people writing their life story when they are relatively young - after all, how much can they have crammed into their short lives?  Well, Russell Brand shows that there is plenty you can cram into your first thirty or so years and he tells all in this entertaining, insightful and at times quite touching and harrowing read.