The day has felt like an age, an enjoyable age, as my footfall has tramped around the streets of Manchester in the search of Bee's from dawn until mid-afternoon thankfully with no madness of the flower pot thrower earlier in the week...Instead i came across another mad fellow in the form of a book...as i flicked through it i could not but help wonder if he knows all the words written about himself...gathering around the world as each day passes whilst he sits in the white house i am beginning to think in terms of the Mad Hatters Tea Party or would that be an insult..to Alice.....i am indeed.....waiting for Christmas Chocolates to come on stream in shops, i wonder would they come in a huge Penis shape and would it be flaccid or erect....??? on such a thought...the evening begins to trundle into the hours of the famous blue raincoat brigade where Goblins run amock until dawn time to put on the tin hat. And i leave for those whom pass this way a picture of the cover for at least a chuckle on this autumn night....Love and peace to all so Goeth...x