I had this odd moment on a hot day in Canada where I was in the bathroom drinking water and imagining I was some rugged man in a movie, drinking water very manfully.

The result of watching rather a lot of Canada’s Next Top Model. I continue to enjoy putting my head on other people’s bodies – it’s the ultimate for of collage, when you get down to it.

Was interested in the whole idea of fantasizing about having a radically different life, so I picked three fantasies and went with it.

I’m occasionally overrun by the desire to suddenly be a brooding and powerful novelist, but can never work out how you actually get there. Here is one hypothesis.

I sometimes think about the idea of someone standing at the exact same window a floor below me, looking out at the city and leading a parallel life.

Saw an ad in the New Yorker (28 May 2007) and wanted to make a comic about jumping from mainland Italy to Sicily. But then I ran out of steam, as you will see.

There’s a great comic called “The Guy I Almost Was” which I’ve always liked. Add that to a stolen essay about McCahon repurposed to be about me and there you have it.

While I was waiting at a crossing the other day I had a sudden and strong impulse to lick a stranger’s hand. It was just outside the Wellington Town Hall, across from Felix Café.