Postcard from Battersea

Well here we are then, still in a complete state of confusion and waiting for some good news, but the weathers still shit, the governments shit and I am feeling a bit shit myself. OK the reasons for optimism to balance it, well I am still alive, actually that’s about it really. Everything is bad news and we are fed a constant diet of inaccurate and distorted news, and there even seems to be what can only be interpreted as government sponsored hate campaigns against those who are most vulnerable in our society. The more you inquire the worst it gets and yet more duplicity is revealed. OK tell me I am paranoid I dare you.

Yet here in Battersea I am surrounded by the most blatant conspicuous consumption, recently a new restaurant has announced its open and distributed its gilt edged menu through my front door (my hovel being cheek by jowl with some of the most expensive property in London) and the menu has no prices in it, Presumably if you have to ask….

Apart from that, well its business as usual.
Wrote a song a couple of days ago, which can be heard here >

http://www.reverbnation.com/dianastone/song/16675904-pretty-gilded-cage