obrepit non intellecta senectus.

It’s Tuesday and it’s September. Again. The School is on the move into the Bright Unknown. I seem to have misplaced my favourite shirt. We wasted a year putting this heap of pyrotechnical clap-trap together. That ‘all-important’ paper I swore would be finished a month ago is only half done; ‘Absolutely Kevin , no problem… it’ll be there.’ The M50 is as bad as ever. And now the DES want me to dig up and reanimate something we all lost interest in years ago.

Is it just me or are we off to a flying headlong? Whatever happened to the balanced and considered life? It’s been argued – with a certain amount of conviction if from an odd sort of perspective – that we are probably stuck with a sort of set point where the genetics of it all are concerned. But when even one’s chosen actions or practices are met by indifference and the rain then comes down like stair-rods on a man walking his dog, you know there is more to it all that the physics of heart.  

Only one thing for it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pv5zWaTEVkI  Works every time…

Mind you, the new PG group seems sound enough…

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