Always a mistake writing when youre tired and emotional
BUT
Spent all day with hard kids in Winsford(except they werent hard at all) on a waste/recycling project and got them singing My Old Mans a Dustsman and they shouted their bloody heds off and then went up the Greyhound with Mark from the band and talked of punk(he's a serious that era Mancunian) and we had quite a few and then we come back and I played him unfamiliar Donegan records and it all fell into place and then Peta came round to pick up Mark with their Lily(1 month) and we had a couple of Toddies and listened to Leadbelly amd Lily slept but imbibed it through her pores.
A day of respect to those giants on whose shoulders we attempt to precariously perch while splitting our infinitives.
RUUUUUUUUUTH