I recall writing things - it's all a bit vague now.
I seem to remember idiots without an ounce of sense complaining that I did't believe in Jesus - King of the Easter Eggs.
Apologies for having read your Book Of Bollocks more than you did.
I recall complaining about the fact that my children - eek - mini-Goths did not understand why
I actually remember why I started writing in the first place.