As young man I was a cynical atheist.
And I was quite rude to believers.
Then I thought, well if you aren't harming anyone, believe what you like.
Now I think, the only intelligent approach is to be agnostic.
Because we don't know.
And things have happened to make me think, oh, no, that's ... what?

I love that.
It's a bit daft to believe in ghosts.
Or is it?
We don't know.
Somethings can't be explained.

Oh, I object.
War. What is it good for? Etc.
But these guys romancing creamy old England then declining to go charging stark naked into battle for the King, home and hearth?
Poor show of spunk chaps.

Peak Beatles in a way.

I joked for years that you should have to pass an IQ test to allow you to vote.
Then Brexit happened.
I'm not joking now.

How could I have missed that beauty?
I was in The Unicorn.

😃

That has occured to me.
First proper 'indie' gig I went to, with
@chopper32.bsky.social
It was brutal.
You couldn't put that sound on a record.
The needle would jump out.

Did you buy a flying V Glenn?

What I want to know is if either, or perhaps both of them were wearing a bipperty-bopperty hat.

Yes.
And no.
And I don't know.

Och.
A muse.
An addiction.
An obession.
It's the same Jules.
You know.
Something you can't live without.
Someone you can't live without.
Well, you carry on.
But it just isn't the same.

Oh?