Flatter

Some days are better than others, and, with inevitable reciprocity, others are not. Today has been one to throw on the great trash heap of life. Fortunately it has featured being able to drink tea and chat with the missus so all has not been lost. And that's just one blessing of many I should really be counting. But just at this moment I, superbly childishly, can't be bothered to do so.

It puts me in mind of one of my all time favourite moments in televised interviews. Many years ago the great Leonard Cohen being asked, somewhat asininely by a chap from Granada tv why he wrote such depressing songs: Well, I get a bit pissed off sometimes. I know just how you feel, Lennie.