I'm Quite Good At Not Writing.

The Luxury Of Being Half-asleep, Exploring The Fringes Of Psychosis In Safety.

This Is The Pain-pleasure Of Having Newly Adult Children; They're Innocent And Ruthless In Forgetting Their Sweet Old Dependence.

A Person Is, Among All Else, A Material Thing, Easily Torn And Not Easily Mended.

When We Go On About The Big Things, The Political Situation, Global Warming, World Poverty, It All Looks Really Terrible, With Nothing Getting Better, Nothing To Look Forward To. But When I Think Small, Closer In - You Know, A Girl I've Just Met, Or This Song We're Going To Do With Chas, Or Snowboarding Next Month, Then It Looks Great. So This Is Going To Be My Motto - Think Small.

And Though You Think The World Is At Your Feet, It Can Rise Up And Tread On You.