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I can usually think of something funny to write here at least once a month, although the people who are amused could probably all take a very comfortable trip together in a Volkswagen beetle; not a highly marketable skill and Hollywood's silence seems very much like like tacit agreement.

These days, I'm thinking less about humour and a great deal about my very fine friend Paul whom I know from this site. His fortieth birthday present from the universe has been cancer which the doctors do not expect to cure, and I have no idea where to file this news in my head.

Every once in a while we come across someone who seems like a little slice of the world we wish we actually lived in; the one that the future was supposed to bring, in which people are civilized, intelligent, thoughtful and caring, and probably a lot more fun as well. It's the one in which dogs don't eat dogs and we don't think in terms of us and "the other" and no-one wants to get us before we can get them; that world. That's where I've always imagined this young man belongs.

Paul has promised to enjoy himself a great deal from now on and as I haven't heard from him in a few days, I'm going to assume that he's having too much fun to be thinking of me. This might not be too difficult, but let's not go there. In the meantime, he expects to be around for some time and I can only hope he gets really, really lucky and beats the odds; as lucky as I feel for joining a slightly silly website and discovering a few special people thanks to whom a lot of things have been looking a great deal brighter. I only wish it were possible to share luck.