Back in October of last year, I signed up to be a contributor to the3six5, a fascinating project which involved getting a whole range of people to write about their lives on a pre-specified day in 2010. And it so happened that it was my day yesterday.
Of course, as soon as I saw that it was coming up I panicked, trying to work out what on earth I could say about my day that might be of the slightest interest to anyone. And then I saw this obituary notice in the Independent. Isn’t that the best picture ever?
So I now had a hook for my piece, which soon mutated into something close to a personal manifesto. This, then, is essentially me saying Why I Write.
Wonder whatever happened to the poor kangaroo?