Why?

For my children. Why not?

Just about everything now comes with a demand to like, share and subscribe. It’s all:

Sure, I’m posting this where it will, hopefully, receive some interest, largely because I would actually welcome some answers, but in the end it will make no difference. Ultimately, I’d like my children to find it and have the chance to understand what made the old man tick. Or tock.

It seemed appropriate to begin this now. 2020, or 20:20 is something I associate with perfect vision, quite correctly, I assume. Oh, and cricket. Less so, but it is still a thing, I believe. I certainly don’t have perfect vision, but more worryingly, the vision I do have seems at odds with everything else. In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king. I don’t want to be king, even with two eyes, but I do want people to see things… differently.

Ah well. What is the point?

Today, the point is the chance to dig this one out. My dear old mate, Andy, will appreciate this. The rest of you will just have to go away and have a think.