Guilty as charged. It's a fair cop m'lud. I sinned and must pay the price.

Some may accuse me of cowardice, of craven acceptance of the oligarchy, of bowing the knee, of subservience to State pressure. Duty, honour, RHIP. Noblesse oblige and all that tosh.

If you do not understand this then fair enough, if you do understand then send me a message because you surely know who I am.

I can assuredly mention Cathy - my poor lovely Cathy, and Richard - my poor friend Richard. But there are those whose stories I cannot tell, lying forever far from home. Rupert Brooke was absolutely, totally, bloody right.

So - as my good friend ABE puts it - "comfortable slippers" stories only. Will this be boring, will this be enough, will there be any point at all? Today's stories are all that are available to me. Is this the end of the real FoxWriter?

Yes, my friends I know it is Friday night, the traditional time for FoxWriter to spout his drivel and open his heart, lay bare his soul and maybe to lift just a small corner of the secretive State curtain. Bear with me please. I have now scoured this blog of any offensive, indiscrete and (unfortunately) all - thoughts, feelings, comments and revelations - personal or professional.