Postcard from Cyprus.

Coooooie! I saw this and thought of you...

In my monster book of Su Doku, puzzle number 99 only has a I in the centre square. As you will doubtlessly imagine, my simian mind trembled with fear at this impossible outrage, although Harry says that's life.

I saw a dead fish today. Already nature had begun to recycle its quickly rotting flesh, as a swarm of anonymous bugs swamped over its body in a feeding frenzy. I'm more convinced than ever before that immortality on a sub-atomic level awaits us.

The Geordies, Scousers and Essex bints that are as common here as dead fish are all lovely and share my quantum aspirations, unlike the tedious Welsh.

The food here is mainly dead fish.

The sky is blue, its beautiful and so are you. How many fish might still be alive just for the want of a little prudence do you think?

Hopefully I'll see you soon when maybe we can play with the dead fish together.

Thomas xxx