6th Sept- Ask your mama for fifteen cents, To see the elephant jump the fence. It jumped so high, it touched the sky, Didn’t come back ’til the fourth of July.

By now a crowd had grown, and he, deploying the rhetoric favoured by my father said, ‘oh, so my opinion doesn’t count. I’m not allowed to have an opinion am I?’

April 5th – The concrete and the clay, beneath my feet begins to crumble.

Almost everything that everyone else says is not worth the air with which it is spoken, obviously.