Wednesday, February 01, 2006
I am not often late for such urgent appointents. I have no excuses, but none would suffice in the circumstances. The man in question had a big problem with his ears. He was rendered immobile by the weasel word, by the paucity of simple wisdom, empathy, by the big bang of mindless suffering. All were in his sights and we have all been rendered a little less evil because of him.
Perhaps, given long enough, we will make amends.
Big soul. Vale Steve Plunder. 1963-1996
Posted by Justin Lowe at 11:27 pm