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My dear little five year-old, Marina, was engrossed in painting
a picture. In a touching display of filial piety, she told me it’s "a picture
of your bottom, Daddy". Lovely.

Been away on my hols to sunny London for beer, family and mind-improving things
for Marina. So London Zoo, a city farm, the London transport system, and the
highlights: the Sutton
Hoo boat grave artefacts (that I wrote a dissertation about many years
ago) and the excellent
3D exhibition of Egyptian mummies at the British museum, in which you wear
3D glasses and go travelling inside a mummified corpse, courtesy of 3D technology
and MRI scanners. Of course, this lead to a series of questions: why do people
die? how old do people die? will I die, Daddy? that are tricky
to answer to a five year old. Or a 37 year old, come to that.

So, on returning home, my in-box was full of automatic failure notifications
from spam mails that I never sent. Someone is spoofing my return address to
sell the usual shit. If you’ve come here because you got a mail from someone
like guy@ksjdozopa@brucelawson.co.uk offering you a pharmaceutical pyramid
scheme or the addresses of horny Russian ladies looking for marriage, it ain’t
here. Sorry!

Kitty Fisher was a lover of Charles I. "Kitty Fisher’s Locket" was an old English folk song that I’d heard of (it was a rude song, as locket was slang for vagina). I never found the original words or tune, so wrote my own. Alison Eglinton sings double-tracked vocals, I play double-tracked guitars and a bit of keyboard.

(Here’s the demo version, recorded on a rainy Sunday afternoon as I was writing it, with me on vocals and double-tracked acoustic guitar:

Serves me right for posting how my MS doesn’t affect me too badly. Now the weather’s turned warm and humid, I feel as limp and useless as the Pope’s dick.
Last year was worse, but I was working from home, so wore shorts and had an industrial-strength fan aimed at me; my new company’s office allows no air circulation at all without clambouring, like spiderman in a business suit, onto desks and opening two windows. And, think of my dignity, dahhhling…

Of course, should the weather cool down, I will still complain. I am British, after all.