— 21st August 2002
Hmmm what can you say about life eh? One minute you’re there the next you’re not. One minute you’re happy the next you’re sad. One minute yo... you get the idea. And usually there nothing more to explain it than a heartily good breakfast or sleepily stumbling into the wall as you stagger out of bed in the morning. The road forks and you’re left holding the baby. The child of circumstance. The progeny of fate. The sprog of chance.