Oh what a quandry to find one’s self in. Out now black cow ravaged scorned and rattled. Perverse reverse settle now petal be scene. Be supper be lunch be nimble be quick be queer be straight be gay. Be what you need, and dear boy take heed, there’s potholes along the way.

So it’s a wee step back. A step back from the screen, get a bit of much needed perspective. Come down a few levels or up should I say? Don’t matter too much no any old way. Just be. Heads fried slightly after visitations nightly and now you must walk the long mile. Give too much away and we’ll censor your say, hint hint my dear friend so beguiling.

Misunderstood, by who or whom? Who’s calling all the shots now anyhow? Don’t matter much, just keep in touch and we’ll see this whole thing through.

So saunter on, go play the pawn, there’s craic aplenty up ahead be sure. But don’t cry ‘witch’ when your four day itch leads you straight into a knave’s cruel con.

Up on ye go, I’ve had my turn, go you now, I’ll sit back and watch. Mine’s another part now, just as good, once the bait now is the catch.