Whatever Gets You Through The Night

 

I am possibly just as sad and angry … as you are right now … maybe … I’m a closet optimist with plenty of space in here to share, please crawl in

Here’s a thing I done did for you. ‘Tis me myself masquerading as a homage to the mighty Harry Nilsson In The Nighty

 

So go lightly my angels, flutter into that beautiful night and shine with all the brilliance of your best selves x 

 

 

 

Sebastian Horsley At Foyles

Ignore the opening few minutes and the my drunken Camera. This is an unedited experience. Not much of him exists.

 
 

For Whom The Bell Tolls

A friend died yesterday. His name was Sebastian Perez Cabrera, best know as Chano. He was diagnosed with cancer just a three months ago. I had written about him before. Here http://wp.me/p37Qzz-7D

He used to ring the church bell. Today at 4.00 it will ring for him.

He reminded me of Mick Jones of The Clash. He had never heard of Mick Jones, or The Clash, or anything remotely Punky. He listened to Classical music on a portable radio with one earpiece.

Mick Jones

I'd like to leave the last words to John Donne (John Donne (/ˈdʌn/ dun) (22 January 1572[1] – 31 March 1631) was an English poet and a cleric in the Church of England.)

No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.