As the nasty little country I grew up in reverts to its xenophobic default setting, instead of becoming the progressive contemporary state it promised it to be for a very short while back in the 1970s, I am in the happy position of starting out my existence in a realife version of Led Zeppelin III, just as I have always wanted to do since listening to the album and imagining it as a thirteen year old.
High up in the sunny central mountains of the Iberian Peninsula I am now preparing to live out my very own Bron-Y-Aur stomp, listening to folk songs, growing vegetables in the garden and producing wine from my own grapes, replete with an old stone cottage just like the one where Page and Plant composed their hopeful, melancholy ditties. All alongside the woman who has lived close by me for nearly half my life, and has filled my being with the greatest joy and happiness.
At sixty, I am about to find perfect peace on earth.
And amongst all this beautiful mountain setting I shall be writing my tenth novel – a re-telling of the history of humankind up till now in order to describe and explain how we have come to be in the position we are in, whereby we are all about to face complete annihilation as a living species.
Adieu England and Bom Dia Europe and the World