One hundred and forty-four

Over dinner with a friend last week, I was casually asked, 'So what's the next twelve?' 'What do you mean?'

'What is part four?'

'I haven't got one.'

'But you're doing twelve lists, aren't you?'

'No.'

'That's the impression you gave.'

'Really? Oh crap.'

So, I've spent some time since that night wondering exactly what I can now include in more meaningless lists. Exactly how specialised can I get? Can I reduce the Beatles list down to just White Album songs? The next couple seem pretty obvious: short stories and films. After that it gets a little hazy. If I am to meet the expectations of one person whom I happened to meet last week, I'm going to have to seriously scrape the bottom of the barrel.

Hold onto your hat.