No doubt it would be easy to say, well go away, the obvious. Sometimes the obvious is the answer, but sometimes it is the most extreme, the unbelievable truth, the rock and the hard place where not one takes you seriously. I'm English, I live in France. I built a staircase by the sea so I can watch the tide in the evenings, the birds, crabs, fish and anything else that passes by. I solve problems, I find things. The stories I have are non fiction, a trilogy, some will give you night mares, the Christine of your childhood, the car that was alive. So why don't I want to be here? Why should my nightmares be someone elses? But they will be.