But for six weeks I begged my friends, colleagues, and few internet "fans" to vote for my entries.
Mr. Lamb also cast a vote for another of my entries, and for his own, in which he compared professional sports teams to carnies: when they stop drawing, they just leave town, even if you have erected them a nice, expensive tent.
Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol translated by Robert A Maguire 512pp, Penguin, £8.99 Dead Souls is, was, one of my entries for Humiliation, the game David Lodge invented about confessing great books you've never read.
It proved so useful that I quickly picked up a second August for my inside entry, since doing things the old way just felt terribly inconvenient after a little while.
If by chance you've peeked around here looking for my next entry, thanks for sticking around.
For my first entry of "A Fuego Lento" in the Huffington Post, I'll begin by sharing with you a personal story.
I entered NYU in January 1945 at the age of 18. WWII was still raging and I was in the Reserve Officers Training Corpss in preparation for my expected entry into the Army but the European War was over in April and the Japanese surrendered in August so I had just missed the call for additional troops.
Yet when my turn comes, I will take my triumph humorlessly in stride....In preparation, I am taking the trouble to compile my entry for the ATP Tour "Player Guide".
Yet when I re-read my entry for Thursday 17 April 1969, my diary reminds me that I played squash, had David Jason round to lunch, walked over Hampstead Heath to Kenwood House, and took a phone call from David Frost about a rumour he'd heard that I was planning a new show with John Cleese.
