Just a quick song that came out of nowhere as they often do. More of a demo than the finished article to be honest.

The season is upon us and there’s nothing we can do. At present that’s exactly what I do. Something rather than nothing. That’s why I don’t stop. When I feel that I really cant be bothered anymore I will feel my race is run. In winter each year I do often get slow and morbid. The kindly voices say to me, “it’s ok you’ve done enough”. They are the kindly siren voices of doom, so I must not let them lure me on the rocks just yet. One day though they will be right of course….

The wind did wake me yesterday about 04.00. My energy is a tad depleted to put it mildly. Sometimes in artistic and creative terms you get to a point where you feel like you are just chasing your tail. I finished recording a song and I am not sure about it all. I though it was good when I started it, but I suspect it may be pants after all. Only you the jury can decide. My head is full of thoughts that I cant control, that I was hoping would have faded a bit. Even when you are past it, are you really past it?

And in the news:

Proof the worlds gone mad in the Telegraph newspaper: “Britain has pinned its hopes on Donald Trump for a US trade deal after Joe Biden scrapped early stage talks. Whitehall sources told The Telegraph ministers hoped a post-Brexit free trade agreement (FTA) could be revived under a second Trump administration after next November’s US election.”

Surely he can get elected if he is under house arrest or something, though it is of course the “Land of the Free” apparently.