Thank you for writing this book. I had every intention of writing that I would be writing this one way or another today. I purchased Not Happy, John yesterday afternoon having never heard of it before. Serendipity. Last night I ploughed through 345 pages of it, only being force to put the light out by a weary partner. Given the chance, it is most likely that I would've finished it off and charged straight into a second reading. This book has touched me by saying what I am thinking, but what no body will say. Unorthodoxy is not allowed on television. It isn't allowed in newspapers (not that it makes a terrible amount of sense to refer to newspapers in the plural sense up here in Brisbane). It isn't even allowed around the tea room table. One example should stand for all here. At work I gave up questioning the war in Iraq after my collegues (all of whom are university educated, and, supposedly, skilled in critical thought) after most people retorted with some permutation of 'So you support the terrorists/Saddam/Osama/Satan Himself?'. Orthodox thought is not to question foreign policy or housing prices. Thanks again for the book.