John - I daren't go near Speakers Corner these days for fear of the deja vu, making me feel old. In my youth it was Vietnam, now . . . though I do miss the guy who for many years walked up and down Oxford Street with placards warning against eating meat, the way to perdition; salvation was by way of beans and lentils :- the Serps is up to 56F/13C, the channel swimmers are out to play, & I'm feeling old. I can't keep up with them which is a pity, so many blonde chicks into the channel, what's wrong with the world?
. . . . . . . . . . . . . Friend hast thou none;
For thine own bowels which do call thee sire,
The mere effusion of thy proper loins,
Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum
For ending thee no sooner. (M for M)
