People Will Survive, And They Will Find

Believe It Or Not, Perhaps I Don't Show It Much, Or Well, But I Think I Like People.

To Be A Head Boy, You Have To Be Very Clever, You Have To Be A Scholar, And I Was Never A Scholar In Any Shape Or Form.

Death And Disaster Are At Our Shoulders Every Second Of Our Lives, Trying To Get At Us. Missing, A Lot Of The Time. A Lot Of Miles On The Motorway Without A Front Wheel Blow-out. A Lot Of Viruses That Slither Through Our Bodies Without Snagging. A Lot Of Pianos That Fall A Minute After We've Passed. Or A Month, It Makes No Difference. So Unless We're Going To Get Down On Our Knees And Give Thanks Every Time Disaster Misses, It Makes No Sense To Moan When It Strikes.

This Was The Tricky Bit. The Really Tricky Bit, Trickiness Cubed.

I Travel To Work On My Motorcycle, So It's Jeans, Boots And A Brown Aero Leather Jacket That Weighs As Much As I Do. If It Were Black, It Would Seem Like I've Got A Brando Idea Going On, Which I Don't.