The little plastic hula girl is swaying side to side and looks at me Her solar powered movements are so simple but they bring great joy to me The rows of white fluorescent lights set within the pockmarked ceiling tiles Are no match for the light she brings when she dances, when she glances, when she smiles Fuchsia and purple, and snow is white Aqua and slate, and black is midnight Orange and forest and plum and sky And then there is sunset, where time goes to die

Tap tap chatter chatter laugh laugh ring ring chatter chatter tap tap cough cough The chatter and the noise from the girls and from the boys The self-important talking the posturing of the walking Stoney faced, forward facing Important walking, determined pacing Hollowed out and followed out Punch the little piggy's snout Filled with food to lighten the mood Hollow again, now time to brood A violin ensemble playing sul ponticello An uneasy rain of sticks on hardwood That’s the sound inside our head That we’re trying to drown out with others instead A vehicle feverishly scampers by with its sirens wailing and its lights all flailing. The burning glare of the reds and blues A gleeful smear against the dusky hues Of the city’s early evening in the Autumn I think I used to believe in more But now I’m just a f—king bore A monumental hypocrite And I try to reason that I’m proud of it Now spotted and dotted about the town We walk about with faces down And we pray: For the time that passed us by, just as our kith and kin For the time that is to come, with all of its rancour and din For the time that hangs around us now, and holds us tightly in We both thank and curse the Lord in equal parts Amen Screens on walls Cascading waterfalls Of numbers and words Of symbols and blurbs Of jpegs and gifs New world hieroglyphs Too fast for reading The pixels are bleeding As long as it looks like I’m watching I can appear informed "The innocence of youth Combined with an ignorance to truth A pair of wide eyes That welcome in the targeted lies" Be passionate about today’s movement! Yell! Charge! March! Protest! Create a banner/poster/t-shirt/etc.! Write letters! Spray paint walls! Vandalise! Form groups! Write songs! Organise! Scandalise! Antagonise! Brutalise! Demonise! Oh look! Those new shoes you wanted are on sale! F—k the cause! Go and get those wonderful f—king shoes! Telling the masses of asses to combine Get in line, and align, and to move in time He-haw! He-haw! File through the door The same door, the lame door, every time "We are identically unique! We demand that our individuality be collectively recognised! Organised! Systematically categorised! We stand unanimously polarised!" "Just wait And many of them will back down Just wait And many of them will quieten down Just wait And the fire will burn out and not re-ignite Just wait Their sense of responsibility for others will do the job Just wait And the taste of finer things will conflict and/or distract them… it’s far easier to fight the fight when you have less to lose Just wait They may not fall in line But they will, at least, shut up"

The moon lifts itself in scarlet anger above the lip of the near horizon Larger than the town that it scrutinises, peering inside all that it lays its eyes on Inside every window, inside each soul, It counts against us each of our sins Pushing up above the hills, then standing staunchly, just before its rise begins

No... no I will not be bothering with the lyrics for this one

A leisurely walk through this magnificent woodland at least once a day is a must. Rain or shine, to not take the opportunity to wander, not so much aimlessly, but rather curiously, is a terrible waste. At this time of year the days are quite some bit longer and so the chance to wander lingers for longer and so there really is no excuse for not getting about when the day's work is done, even if you had yourself a small wander after finishing off your lunch earlier in the day. Now when we say that the day is longer, obviously we realise that the day itself is the same length of time as every other time of year, but you know what we mean. Perhaps this was unnecessary, but we know that some folk are quite particular, or let's say finnicky, about many a range of matters. They are precisely the same sort of people that don't go for walks and so have more time to spend on trifles and issues of little to no importance. It can happen to any of us, so be warned. Get out, get about, and most of all, don't become finnicky.