This morning I was on Eversholt Street, having just bought my now regular sandwich in Mark’s and Spencer’s line in Manic Depressive foodstuffs (”Smoked Mackerel and Egg Omega Boost” - delicious. Closest I can get to kedgeree in Euston at this hour) and this thought popped in my head - it sounded a bit like my voice, so I paid more attention to it than I usually would.

“Be like the shoes,” the thought said.
“Eh?” I grunted by way of reply, narrowly avoiding ending up a series of clashing colours on the 263’s front right wheel.
“Be like the shoes,” it repeated. “Just do it.”

I think it’s taken me a while to rum up my exhausted rescue squads into making another daring salvage attempt, but as usual, the bleedin’ obvious has hit me months later. Just do it. You have to try. Don’t fret about people thinking it’s rubbish. Don’t fret about you thinking it’s rubbish - you can’t possess an arrogant blustering confidence in your abilities all the time.

Don’t delay doing it any longer, and don’t pretend it’s not because you’re scared. Just do it, and keep on doing it. Rome wasn’t built in a day but Triangle was written in two hours. Success is not a mark of ability but an occasionally happy bonus.

So why are you still here?

Go and write books.