assisted dying by katharine eastman

Oh I don't know but maybe we should go, how can we say no, oh the fun we had, to live the dreams we never had, oh to sail away to sandy lands and other days - well yes I did think the sun was coming out at midday. But no. And yes you've got it, I'm just back from watching Becoming Led Zeppelin at the cinema. I enjoyed it. But I enjoyed everyone around me even more. I was actually one of the youngest ones there. Lots of very beardy old hippies - these ones looked like the hippies who hadn't sold out, these are the ones who looked like they lived in hedges and lived inside the whole Hobbitty LedZeppitty lyrics.

The giant guy sitting immediately behind me fell into his seat with a giant crash. I really thought it was Peter Grant. I said hi to him, like I knew him, and we chatted and as soon as the thing started he fell asleep. Honest. It's a perfect documentary for someone like me, because I never liked Led Zep when they were around, and haven't got to like them much more ever since. All I have to do is admit that Presence is my favourite Led Zep album - and people realise they're talking to an imbecile.

But do see it - even if you like Zep even less than I do. That's not the point at all. What's great is to remember when these things mattered and even though much of the footage was even older than me it was still a country that I recognised and thought was okay - I could see why our grandparents weren't too reluctant to fight to preserve it. Whereas nowadays I step out into this sunless cold unfriendly nervous downtrodden exploited exploiting bored zombieland and the only thing worth fighting for is whatever it is that wants to destroy it all and the mighty arms of Atlas drop the heavens upon the earth.

recorded this evening, photo Milford-on-Sea yesterday