When you need to think, or when you have to blow yourself free – and talk to your dearest ones, how do you do it, and where to you go for that soul communion?

A walk through the quieter byway, loud on top of a bar shlong? Honey… Feeling blue in the subdued glimmer… Lying on wept grass, beneath the blue waves of sunsong?

coming. Smile and embrace your love. Because, life goes on freely. You know where you are, what you are doing. Nothing.

To make love is the answer to all life’s troubles…

have fun if you dare care… don’t let 'em fall down the stares… go out.

plonk plod lonk plawn…

I’ll have whatever he’s having.