I suppose I should type something today about Robin Williams’ death here today. He was, of course, a great actor, and one of my favourites as a boy, appearing in things like Hook and Aladdin. The truth is, like most people I suppose, I feel pretty miserable about it: he was such a great, funny man, so apparently full of wit and fun, that to now hear that he was so depressed and had so many demons to fight is a dark, dark revelation. Reflecting on that takes us all to a very bleak place: in fact, combined with the fact that both my chairs are out of action, I’ve ben feeling quite low about this all afternoon. I’m not sure what is worse: to hear that one of humanity’s brightest lights has gone out so prematurely, or to hear that that light was just an illusion all along, a tormented man’s mask to hide something dark and terrible.