Here's a piece of advice:

There's no such thing as a bargain, you're not going to win the lottery, nobody will call to offer you a better job. The papers are full of shit, and soap has horrible things in it. Everybody lies constantly, to everyone. Many people are not very clever, some are frighteningly stupid, and most of them have driving licenses. Your life is whizzing past, and unless you're going to do something worth doing today, you'll be on the boat across the Styx before you can say Evening Standard.

So get out more. Go swimming in the Cherwell. Don't be scared of wasps or spiders, they are useful. The real danger are babies, and wet bread. But don't let that deter you. Drink some water. Eat a chillie. Look into the mirror and say "Show me the blueprints". Do it a hundred times. Then say it to someone on the street. See what happens. They'll be mesmerised. Proclaim that you are sick of London, and you are going to move to the country, where you are going to spend your time eating organic strawberries and cream, even if they have to be flown in from Chile.

And now go back and look at my pictures again by clicking here.