"When the world falls apart, some things stay in place."

"When all the love songs that you sent... were never meant... what does that mean? Can you explain that to me?"

Going to sort out the sound side of things if and when they sort this site transfer out [one month later it still has not been sorted out]. Sorry for the lack of updates. Attempting to take stock of what I've spewed out this month. Currently glued to the pages of William Patrick Patterson's "Ladies of The Rope": it's about a group of G.I.Gurdjieff's pupils: an ultra-cool group of self aware, stylish, cross-dressing, beautiful lesbians . Sounds like an Invisibles cell doesn't it? This book has it all: philosophy, food, lesbianism, poetry and adventure. Perfection. We simply don't have heroes and heroines like these anymore. None that get any kind of exposure anyway.

This blog dedicated to Vita [one of the very, very few intelligent people I know]: we demand that you take a holiday and we love you lots. Please don't die... staying up late in your honour.

"No more heroes anymore... No more heroes anymore"

Rollo; full of love and rusted like a coiled-too-long spring.