I spend all day in bed today. All day. I can’t get out. It’s not tiredness. It’s somethingelse. Something Dark. My radio series begins on radio four this afternoon but I can’t bring myself to listen to it. Not to myself. Not now. Not at all. It’s the end of the day and I realise that I should have been At The Royal Opera Housetoday reading at a conference forEuropeace, regarding violence and young people. This month I have not showed up to three readings. I have lost thousands of pounds of work this month.