Elaine and I at St Hilarion Castle, above Kyrenia, Cyprus, one of my existential anchor points
Two lizards, the Moon and the ruins of a basilica on the North coast of Cyprus
Some writing I have done was never intended to be formally published, instead being posted on websites or circulated to networks and friends. But some that was intended to be published, wasn’t. My filing cabinets are full of projects that never quite took off. A book on the possible applications of genetic engineering to the field of aphrodisiacs, a book on rust, a book on bridges, a book on blood, a couple of novels. The Good Afterlife Guide, which I began in the mid-1990s and got much of the way through, until I was told I was going to be the subject of a universal fatwah. And then there were reports of trips made. Of these, the one on the trip that Elaine and I made to Syria in 2002 is probably my favourite, though that on Cyprus (in 2005) ran a very close second.
