Revisiting ‘The Little Drummer Girl’ a few days ago was an uncomfortable experience, given recent events in the Middle East, though it’s a decent example of Le Carré’s writing skills. Immediately afterwards, I got much more pleasure out of reading ‘Terry Pratchett – a Life with Footnotes’ and thinking for at least 15 seconds that I might attempt an autobiography. However, I eventually decided that I’d rather read Pratchett’s biography than mine, despite the sadness that clouded his final years. Still, there have been some moments of joy in my own life that I wouldn’t swap for anyone else’s memories. (I wonder if you know who you are!)
Yes, there’ll probably be a tune for this sooner or later: I don’t think it’s great poetry.
Sometimes I lie awake, Cataloguing my mistakes, Catastrophizing in the night: Caught up in night terrors Review comedies of errors: The ones I sometimes call my life.
And yet there've been sweet dreams Among the nightmares and the screams, Good love and good music on the way. I've tried to keep to the Highway Code, And though I'm running out of road, I hope there aren't too many fines to pay.
Wheal Alice Music 