Tuesday 1 November 2022

 One has to admit one may be beaten. 

Meaning, this summer with superb relaxed groovy energy within,  a range  of folk  riffed with, one really would expect to pay  a little attention to the possibilities ... 

it is as if speaking with butterflies. 

I love butterflies.

But having a jolly good chat with supposed intelligent people,  about parallels with all sorts of contemporary injustice and how little good heart-warming give it to the man sort of material there is out there....it is extraordinary how next time one meets as if the conversation never took place.


probably not... but then i have learned in life, one simply never knows what, next...