Oh, the man in a hi-vis jacket with headphones in Stratford wailing along to his iPod: 'You were always on my miiind, you were always on my miiind', oblivious to the commuting crowds heading in one direction and the shoppers heading in the other. The look of blissful happiness on his face! Perhaps he has just fallen in middle-aged love!
Meanwhile, one of my songs has flown to Ullapool for Anne Wood to contribute a violin part. I have such a great memory of walking up the hill with her, and there being a rainbow at the top. It must be difficult to be a mountaineer- probably like driving a long distance and being so busy concentrating on the job in hand that you can't appreciate the journey. Whereas climbing a hill is such a concise version of getting to a lovely view.
Geography was one of my favourite subjects at school- the landforms sculpted by ancient glaciers, still showing their history despite the ravages of mankind. I found it comforting. But we have learned to split atoms, haven't we? We are now clever enough to destroy everything, and instead of playing God we are playing the Devil.
It is preying on my mind, it is preying on my mind...
So sometimes a little bit of happiness in front of your nose realigns your mood. I have learned to recognise these moments, and highlight them each day. A rose petal, a pine cone, an urban fox with lush fur scampering through the darkness on a mission. What a thing it is to be a human being. We have so much responsibility for our species network,, and we don't appear to know how to manage it. We can watch ourselves f*cking it up and tell each other we're doing everything wrong and try to fix it, but the unfortunate thing is that psychopathic people rise to the top and manipulate the lot of us.
Up yours, Darwin! D'you think he was one of them?
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