Some days just swing wildly like pendulums (and somedays it's not even hormones:

This morning was fantastic and exhilarating ... our local day of action(?) about the License Bill - hanging about with the first arrivals the very new-in-town (only 5 weeks in) Samba band .. we suddenly heard this rhythmic deep drumming and looked around nervously wondering and then hove into sight .. right down the main street stopping the traffic came Sompting Village Morris, Mythago, Ditchling Morris, Sussex Tippeteers ... the President (I think) of the Morris Federation in this wonderful colourful fanastic procession ...

Then the Samba band played briliantly! .. more Morris dancing from all the sides and musicians and drummers joining in ... some street theatre "clobbering" performers with the License bill.. and then we marched around the town stopping more traffic .. then Peter Bottomley (our MP here in Worthing) sang a song dedicated to me "Hille of Marlene" !!!! We gathered 250 signatures .. pissed off the regional radio station trying to flog a car promotion .. dished out 200 flyers explaining the License Bill and had the best fun in a spontaneous erupting fun way the town has seen for decades .. so much so Peter Bottomley is calling on the Council to designate the town centre square "Arcadia" a free-from-regulations (on Saturdays) space for folk community arts to take place.

Then I went out this evening to a function where I was basically put in my place as an "amateur" by the very people I went along to support ie., erstwhile professionals .. my club as amateur .. all right in it's context (ie., the downstairs room of a pub) .. fulfilled a certain criteria and need (folk .. lowest common denominator stuff) .. and one whom's ambitions should perhaps stay where it is .... (in a hole in the wall as it where)

Subjective .. matter of opinion .. but I've ended the day thoroughly exhausted and crushed and I need a hug, people!