Yesterday I saw a boy who looked like someone you might knock about with, and almost shouted. And then reality kicked in within us, it seems as we become the winners. You lose a bit of summat and half wonder if you won it at all. And don't say 'owt 'cause you've got no idea, and he's still nowhere near, and the thought comes closely followed by the fear and the thought of it makes you feel a bit ill.
Despair in the departure lounge. It's one and they'll still be around at three. No signal and low battery, what's happened to me?


