And no, this isn’t about F. Scott Fitzgerald.

A man walks into a whorehouse, picks out a woman, pays and takes her upstairs. She tells him to undress and pointing to a pitcher and a washbasin tells him to wash up. She sees that he has a tiny penis and asks almost contemptuously, ‘Just who do you think you’re going to please with that little thing’?

”Me’, came the simple reply.

Non-professional writing is something like that. If you are happy at the end of the day with what you’ve written then that’s all that really matters. My friend, Mike Loh in Singapore has said pretty much the same thing (although he just pinged me to more or less say that he found the title suspect).