Have we ever heard so much about silver bullets as in recent times? Not that anyone is being over-optimistic about the power of the famed SB... far from it.
Are we witnessing the decline and fall of our civilization? Sometimes, when I look at TV, I think so.
I'm writing a new novel set around 1880 and the more I read letters from that era that end in flourishing signatures, preceded by phrases like "yours very truly", the harder it is to wrench myself back into today.
It seems like such a short time ago that we were all hyped up over the end of the 90s. The new millennium was coming! A brave new age!
I had a grim week this summer. I stopped drinking coffee.
With great hair, perfect makeup and huge CVs, they're the world's new powerful females. But forget tired old feminist notions. This lot still want to change things, but differently - via conscious evolution.
Once it was acronyms that drove us nuts. Well, they still do. I'm forever stumbling over clumps of letters that mean nothing to me. Now we're also being faced with the challenge of understanding itty-bitty letters.
I'm thinking of setting up meetings with all the people who have invaded my privacy.
There's an election going on. But where's the noise, where's the humour?
The newspaper paragraph that slayed me lately was the one in which writer and satirist P J O'Rourke admitted to not being able to "work a computer".