They post with bad grammar about vile cats falling blithely from wardrobes

Spinning like dulcet balls of furious fur in a flurry to the earth

And I changed in the last year

I regard the Czech the way a frog would regard a green pond

But I am thawing again

Regaining my outward perspective and embracing people with a warm hand again

Not forcing myself to be the next John Martyn again

I would like to teach in South America next year I think

And I will, and the sun will feel good on this flabby Irishman

But that flab will go!

As I wriggle free for the pungent torpor of this funny little harbour!

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