In 1996 I walked into the Post Office to start my first job since 1976. I watched them act like worker bees. Bothered about what should go on what shelf. I vowed I would never be like them. 2002, I left to be a full time writer. Yes you’ve got it. I was every bit as bothered as them what went on what…

Still faces to get folks. Some dates need filling in too. Take a look at the Memorial Wall and see if you can help. Below are some I think are missing. If you are still alive and I've made a mistake thank your lucky stars.

The grand unveiling of our MAP. When it is finished we will see all the diverse countries that converged in this cellar now beneath the grass on the corner of Moss Lane East and Princess Rd.

Colin Blaney, author of Grafters, sent me this today. Deserves a page of its own. Clock the address below. Awe.

Got two bits of information I want to impart. And a question I want to ask. And I'm knackered.

So if you've been thinking about it you need to get your skates on. Plus if there is anyone you think should definitely do a video memoir let me know. Only 20 places left. Will give a countdown as I populate them.

Love. Passion. Fire. Two brothers living without shadow now. Having found themselves.

Robert is walking in the shadow of his dad's footsteps. Vance is walking in the shadow of Robert's. Pete questions the prejudice between black men.

Her photo is taken at the bar in the Reno. What she does with her life because of a stalker is amazing.

Kenny watched my Contact Theatre interview and wrote this in response. As good as any interview. Thanks Kenny.