Introduction (CNOTNAGOP)

My suspicion is that I knew (after you're dead, you realise when you knew things in life even though, in life, you didn't realise and so, technically, didn't know them) I was crossing over on the day the chicken died. Life is all about losses and gains and sacrifice. God, it turned out, was indeed a mathematician and the trick was to figure out when patterns changed. Taking on mortgages, investments, new businesses, and other financial or political commitments (all those years spent in the 'Friends of St George's Park' and the kids school governors meetings...) are nothing when compared to keeping chickens, kittens, dogs and so on. Taking on responsibility for lives directly nudges you into the harsh light of divine judgement. it puts you in division one when it comes to final reckoning statistics. Same thing goes for wives and girlfriends. God help Mick Jagger and Rod Stewart.