An Agent of the Free

Today started out as one of those days where everyone seems to call, write, email, gmail talk and everything else all at the same time. By 9am I had exchanged emails with Jason in New York and Antoine in France, gmail talked with Kate in Sydney, spoken to Lesley in London, received a letter from Mr. York in Dorset and had a dozen book orders come in from Cumbria, Bristol, France, Switzerland and Canada.

One of the book orders was for Secrets & Lies for someone’s friend. They wanted the inscription: ‘The only non-fiction book you need to read.’ I was a bit unsure about writing that. Even though there is some important material in S&L and it is the best thing I have written, I would never recommend it as someone’s sole non-fiction reading – despite it being somewhat funnier than the Encyclopaedia Britannica.

The person ordering the book from Switzerland wanted it inscribed: ‘Jonas, you are now an agent of the free.’ This provided today’s most amusing synchronicity given one of the songs on heavy rotation at the moment is the Editor’s cover of Orange Crush.

Anyone wanting grim news and a direct-from-the-trenches-report about my drug hell will be sadly disappointed to learn that so far, it is all quiet on that front. I ache more from today’s physiotherapy than I do from withdrawal. I do not trust it staying easy, but right now I am backlash free.