Talking of rooms, thank God none of us have had to endure the appalling ordeal of Elisabeth Fritzl and her children.
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s people like Josef Fritzl, people who knowingly destroy the lives of other for their own gratification in one way or another. Unfortunately, there are all too many of them, and far too many of them in positions of power.
As I’ve got older, hopes of celebration of a life well lived and much enjoyed have been gradually replaced by despair as I look at the state the world has come to. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Right, thats my cathartic post over. For sanity’s sake, it’s back to the music. A sanctuary or a bolthole? Whatever gets me through the night, I’ll take it.