It was ten years ago this month, if my memory serves me correctly, that The Argus first carried an article of mine.

It was about me as a blind pedestrian and some of the things drivers get up to.

So far in this column, I've only returned to the topic in passing but it is a constant worry whenever I'm out and about. Take this recent incident for example.

I was at a junction when, from the sound of the traffic on the other cross-arm of the T-junction, I heard the lights had changed.

I had just about reached the mini-island and, despite having trouble negotiating it, noticed that the front-most driver on the section of road I still had to cross was making no move.

I hesitated. Still no move. So I nodded my thanks and carried on - only for a car from behind to come straight through and pass right in front of me.

And then there are my cooking exploits, like the time I put a tin of raspberries in a ratatouille instead of tomatoes.

Or when I didn't notice vinegar from a red cabbage had somehow leaked into a butterscotch fool I then presented to a guest.

What else might I have written about?

Well, there's gardening. I know lots of blind people enjoy gardening - but not me. How about playing specially-adapted board games and versions of cricket and golf, then?

You see, I've not been trying to present myself as "The voice of the Blind".

Of course, I do hope some of what I've said over the past 20 months will have had genuine value on behalf of (at least) some other blind people. But I am aware of my responsibility to blind people in general not to generalise.

However, there are still things I'd like to have written about in Heard World.

I'm a totally blind actor, for example. And yes, I've had one brief acting job but the rest of the time has just been "resting".

Then there's my relearning to play the trumpet and deciding I'm going to have a stab at understanding jazz. There's a story involving an electronic mute, talking scores and dentistry but not necessarily in that order.

And what about the ongoing saga of me and my computer?

I'm realising now, the Leonard Cheshire Workability Scheme seems to have not sufficiently taken on board the very different approach to computing skills totally blind people have to take.

Reluctantly, I'm chickening out of last month's implied promise to produce this, my last column for now, by computer. Sorry about that!

And, of course, maybe I should have included one piece that had nothing to do with being blind. Except, of course, it would have. Because things that concern blind people are not everything that concerns blind people.

One such topic I might have written about is the presentational style and programme formatting of the BBC Southern Counties Radio.

But maybe, since I evinced something more than an interest in doing radio work in a column earlier this year, I'd be shooting myself in the foot.

So, perhaps it's time to tell you about how I got this Heard World job.

I was waiting around as an extra in a short, government-sponsored film to do with disabled people, talking to a fellow blind man about what turned out to be the subject of my first column: Children's reactions to blind people.

A few days later I put the idea forward as one of a possible series to someone at The Argus, who said he would mention it to the editor.

But the editor said no.

Too often in my life I've found myself the little guy unable to make himself heard against the word from on high.

But this time I wrote to the editor, telling him of my background, enclosing an article I'd had published in The Observer and suggesting he might like to meet me.

Which he did.

"Sell yourself" was what he actually said when we met. So I did.

And now it's time for me to restock my shelf.

But new shops are springing up all the time ...