I lived in a car you know ......

I am sitting here trying to catch up with emails. Lots of them from people telling me how I saved their lives, the lives of their unborn babies, how I cured leprosy in their village, how I made water appear in the most arid deserts and how I cured cancer. All from reading my book. As I sit here in my dingy bedsit I'm always amazed at the view. Over there on the left are the great pyramids of Giza, just next to Niagara Falls. Then there's the twinkling lights of the Eiffel tower towering over the Mighty Amazon river. Sometimes I take a stroll down the Great wall of China that runs right outside my bedsit, past the Statue of Liberty at the bottom of my road, alongside the Taj Mahal and round the corner down to the local newsagents which sits under the shadow of the Colosseum. Stefan Tcholzinzki (the kindly bearded owner who reminds me of Dumbledore) always falls at my feet and gets his staff to scatter roses before me as I stroll up and down his aisles, selecting such exotic wares as half an ounce of Golden Virginia Hard Shag and a bottle of Peruvian Yaks milk before returning to my dilapidated bedsit to stare once more at my PC screen and immerse myself in the halcyon days of yesteryear. The days when I was living in a car. Did I mention that I once lived in a car? And I wrote a book which you can buy from the many many links and references I post on my blog. The self same blog where people come to leave such wonderful bum licky messages of support. Somehow life just isn't the same since I got four walls around me. Ahhhh... the good old days....... But of course you didn't come to my blog to hear about me popping out to to the shops or staring out the window at world famous landmarks that I can see (each and every one of them) from my Stained Glass Window (designed incidentally by Leonardo Da Vinci when he was staying in Hackney for a while). You came to post comments about how I have saved this entire planet by virtue of my great writing what I are wroting in mi book whot i are wroted. God bless you little people for merely dreaming to have the lifestyle that I have. For spending your hard earned welfare tokens on my book For you are the wind beneath my pants ......