I have long wanted to publish a book titled I Can Hear Your Nose [Can You Smell My Ear]. I do not know what it will be about, but look out for it. It might be a coffee-table book, or possibly a billiard-table book.
The other night at 3am I woke up with an idea for the title of my autobiography, a title that sums up my essential ordinariness and will ensure no-one actually reads it. Now out in hardback at $55.95, He Sleeps By Night.
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