I was sent out to the Tune of " Everything i Own " by Ken Boothe a really wonderful tune from my past, in the mid seventies when i was so besotted with a particular girl and really had not much of a care about the world. I smile now thinking how far my hair drifted down my back,my parents were not happy but then have they ever been such..but i do not want to dwell on such a trauma, as the tiny feet scampering around the house begin to round up, the big fat red men so wonder fully coloured from green to red by Coca-cola and co... far before sperm had even been sent to grow thus dispatching me into this world of boom boom.
As much as i luv the festive season now, i am so glad to watch the tiny joyous men climb back into their containers and rest for another twelve months, after the ten days of christmas have played out their last lament.
I am at times a futitive land locked in curses dripping down the wall paper from far off lands in childhood when Christmas was more than a humbug covered in blue bottles.
One cannot change the past,there is no blame, perhaps in a strange way Ken Boothe says it all. As i prepare for the onslaught of the coming year. Is that a Yippie perhaps so.