Rough riffing on Take Five.

If this was a film, at this point indistinct but decidedly menacing figures would be detaching themselves from the shadows and moving slowly but purposefully towards the prey...

(Concert Pitch is tuned to A=432 Hz)

I'm a poet, not a rapper, and I'd rather be a zipper than a zapper...

Salty air smokey lungs Footprints in the sand Leading to the woods Can you breathe it in? And still shadows lurk Tempting my mind The trees drop fire Burn down before my eyes Oh no, where did you go? On the reef you cut your palms…

I've been watching the new series on the Great Train Robber Mrs Biggs which is about the robbery and his escape through his wives eyes......tonights episode got me thinking about what you know about your work mates...the answer is what they tell…

Rain for three days no sun Autumn Winter just around the corner....i dont feel so good.....i think i've got S.A.D.. everything is going Grey.......I need some colour and theres at least 5 months of Grey left to suffer ....Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!..........

Sing about Cornflakes huh ?