Losing it, never having quite pinned down what it was. In decline, thoughts escaping and words failing, bit by shitting bit.
A Scot in Somerset. Want tae make something of it? C’moan then. Ah love youse, ya stoaters; aff wi’ ye, ya roasters.
Too lazy to write, too tired to think. Feart. Fortune favours the privileged and early winners – the rest of us take a 50/50 risk. Some of us hang back out of dreadful habit. Family and friends are everything.
Between dreaming and wakeful with a time-travelling head – but mostly just losing it.
Gender critical, feminist-supporting, Indy loving, pro-CND, left-wing, pro-EU anti-Brexiter. Wingsman.
“A rare talent” – Blair McDougall (Ex-somebody)