Sorry Folks, I am not young vibrant and filled with new ideas. I am old, bent, wrinkled and grey with absolutely no street cred whatsoever. At the moment I am still alive, I've pinched myself to check. My hobby in retirement is a horse whose name is DiDi. She keeps discarding me and on each occasion I fall to the ground in a very inelegant way. Her predecessor was Joe, a black heavyweight cob. He dumped me too. I have written numerous short stories about both of them. My original idea was to learn how to put a book together which maybe a publisher might one day buy and distribute. I have already given up the dream of selling such a book but I have retained the idea of creating it. Joe lives on in my head and he refuses to go on to fresh pastures in the sky until I produce the book. He nags. The anecdotes I write about these two equines are fundamentally factual but I must confess that the facts are nearly always embellished with fiction. It has been a long time, almost 56 years, since I studied grammar. You guys are going to tear me apart. Be gentle with an Old Man.