Cod Nappy, Page 40.

I scroll through to a really old album I just discovered. Marquee Moon by Television. Apparently, they are the band who invented punk, which is funny because they totally look like teachers.

Curb 'N' Sneer, Page 270.

In fact, the whole thing is little more than a conveyor belt of standard, formulaic blubber. The safety-scissors blandness of it all.

Cod Nappy, Page 8.

Wobbly and sleep-drunk.

James : "Moving On".

Please don't get me started, looking backwards
To move on
Strong, yet open-hearted, accept leaving
When leaving's come
Gone, didn't see it coming, never said I love you
Hope you knew
Now my bags are packed, and my sails are tacked
And my course is marked by stars

When this cycle ends
Will it start again
Will we recognise old friends

I'm on my way, soon be moving on my way
Leave a little light on

Time, always unwinding, all these deadlines
In my mind
Seeds and dreams, we planted, took for granted
Didn't root
Walking down this road, when my pulse beats slow
Hope to have you close at hand

When this cycle ends
Will it start again
Will we recognise old friends

I'm on my way, soon be moving on my way
Leave a little light on.

Mark Twain, One.

The human race sits up nine nights in the week to admire its own originality.