I Don't Get Nearly Enough Credit In

I, A Late Riser, Fantasise About Getting Up Every Morning At 5 A.m. To Fetch The Horses In From The Fields.

Ask Any Comedian, Tennis Player, Chef. Timing Is Everything.

Accept Love Instinctively, Without Responsibility Or Conditions.

Osbert Was The Only One Who Didn't Seem Suspicious. He Was So Interested In The Decline Of Western Civilization That He Missed The Version Of It Taking Place Under His Nose.

And Still The Brain Continues To Yearn, Continues To Burn, Foolishly, With Desire. My Old Man's Brain Is Mocked By A Body That Still Longs To Stretch In The Sun And Form A Beautiful Shape In Someone Else's Gaze, To Lie Under A Blue Sky And Dream Of Helpless, Selfless Love, To Behold Itself, Illuminated, In The Golden Light Of Another's Eyes.