Another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody...

The wonderful Sam Cooke describing another Brize-at-Large weekend before he even met me!


Oh, how I love prescience!  And omniscience.


Poor old Sam went onto declaim that he'd ''got some money cause I just got paid''.  I know the feeling! I got paid Friday, as the Yanks would have us say, but all my money went to the bailiff.  I saw my kids, but that was not in Sam's remit.  Oddly, Number One answers to Sam.

''How I wish I had someone to talk to 
I'm in an awful way ''....

Guess that's right...I am signing off now for good.

I cannot be bothered trying to find a decent job, or to live a decent life.  I have had so many disappointments in my life that I cannot even be bothered to go to sleep.  Boys' games are off for bad weather tomorrow; daughter ensconced in post-mock euphoria.


I go gently to that night, not raging against the dying of the light as I had hoped.


Guess, Dylan, the boy from the Welsh border villages just had no staying power!


LOL!