So just what the fuck do you think you are doing Jones?

I'm not entirely sure. I am making it up as I go along, but it does seem to be spiralling out of control. At first it was something for Rachel to read. Then it was essays written largely for fun. Now it's a fucking website. If I ever work out what it is exactly that I am doing I will let you know. You should be warned: I do swear a lot.

Is Jones your real name?

No. Or maybe yes. The first couple of paragraphs I wrote were directly aimed at Rachel, and later became part of Memory Lane. She wanted more (don't women always?). As she was already in it, I decided that I wanted to be in it too. As it was fiction, to promote confusion, I changed my name. Not content with that, I changed the name of the author to match. I don't know who I am any more.

Does it worry you that you are talking to yourself?

Yes. The fragile state of my mind has been of some concern to me for a while now.

You say that you don't know who you are anymore. Who are you?

I am a creation of TGH. I am his alter-ego. A bit like Clark Kent and superman, but not as useful - or as super. As I am both an author of books and essays and a character in a book - as well as the administrator of this site - I exist on many levels (or perhaps that should read 'I don't exist on many levels).

Can I talk to TGH?

No. You can talk to me though, through the contacts page. But just remember, when you converse or argue with me, you are talking to a fictitious character. Who's talking to themselves now then?