Hands-free blip.

The sun is shining. I should be joining the throngs in Liverpool watching the Sea Odyssey. Taking lots of photos. Feeling alive and involved in a shared experience. Instead I stayed in alone and focussed on feeling wretched. Tomorrow may be better.


Me by Spike Milligan.

Born screaming small into this world-
Living I am.
Occupational therapy twixt birth and death-
What was I before?
What will I be next?
What am I now?
Cruel answer carried in the jesting mind
of a careless God
I will not bend and grovel
When I die. If He says my sins are myriad
I will ask why He made me so imperfect
And he will say 'My chisels were blunt'
I will say 'Then why did you make so
many of me'.