It seems to be the in-thing now to have one of my books on the shelf, so here's another book for you. Solitude breaks you open and is not for everyone and the longer it goes on the harder it is to find the pieces of what you once thought important...

This book is the best of my work over the last three years and covers jobs around the home such as painting, plumbing and carpentry. Also there is how to play the saxophone. The last part covers quantum entanglement and the spirit world.

Este no es un manual detallado de como no se debe conducir un autobus cuando estas dormido o despierto, no importa, pero si alguna vez despertar en la direccion de las ruedas de un autobus no hacen nada repentino, y don 't tomar sus manos del volante.

All these projects come from 40 years of experience in the construction industry and working around the house.

Chun cosc a chur ar an discaoileadh na leor a bheadh ag eisteacht feisti Ingenious deanta chun tu a choinneail anseo; bhfuil tu ag dul aisling ma ta an teach folamh ar fad a chuaigh roimhe seo? Agus mas rud e cad a chuaigh roimh nios lu na do bhriongloid is feidir leat a cheapadh rud eigin eile? Ar ndoigh, eisteacht liom a ra leat, siul go leor ar an mbealach a n-glaoch fein; agus anseo a thagann siad iomlan a guthanna a chur ar nos cota a bheidh le deanamh amach sna smaointe discaoileadh a chosc.

My first journey to the spirit world began long ago when I was young and naive. I feel now that it was something that was going to happen whatever, and looking back on it all it did seem that all my steps took me to the door that opened for me without any urging on my part, in fact it just appeared in the middle of the road I was on and I fell through it into another world that was wonderful and strange in a way I'd never known before.

Today I saw a man lying on the grass wearing little more than wellington boots. I could not guess what he had been doing. And a cart, left in the road, with ten bags of ice, dripping, melting fast in the hot sun. And in the river were dead fish, all striving ceased to breathe the dirty water and as a tourist on a stretcher was being put in an ambulance, fighting to get off over in the crowd, the disappointment of another man, who had had everything stolen from him, now trying to get home, listening to the shadows whisper from a woman, standing perfectly still in the moving mumbling, her ideas...

Why are they targeting the disadvantaged? Why are the rich not taxed fairly? Why does everyone feel so powerless to make change for the better? Why is the anger of so many not being addressed? Why do the rich keep getting richer, while the poor are kept poor? Why is austerity becoming worse while the government laugh their heads off and give themselves huge pay rises and take so much? Why are they not paying for the austerity measures that they instigated and perpetuate? Who or what do we owe so much to, and why do we have to pay, and keep on paying?