Murray Sounds Like A Blindfolded Man Riding

Stop Worrying, Nobody Gets Out Of This World Alive.

The Rattle Of Plastic Keys Reminds Me Of A Squadron Of Butterflies Failing To Fight Their Way Out Of A Paper Bag.

When I Was Very Young, One Of My Favourite Books Was Captain's Courageous And I Suppose One Of The Reasons I Loved It, It Was A Life I Knew I Should Have Had, Learning All The Different Bits Of The Ship And Learning To Catch Fish And Rig Sails And To -all The Things That I Never Learned And I Never Learned The Discipline, But I Hungered After It.

Like Most People Who Smoked Umpteen Cigarettes A Day, I Tasted Only The First One. The Succeeding Umpteen Minus One Were A Compulsive Ritual Which Had No Greater Savour Than The Fumes Of Burning Money.

Dinner Was Meat - Not Hunks Of Meat, As In Australia, But Pathetic Scraps Of Meat, As In Britain - Which The Girls Upstairs Transformed Into Edible Dishes By Heating It In Secret Ways And Adding Bits Of Stuff To It.