Defy & Dance. So life is mostly shit and the future looks increasingly bleak, both at the personal and the planetary level; and the bedlam, mayhem and wanton destruction continue apace; and anytime now Priti Patel will take over the country and then we’ll be really & truly fucked; and the journey up the cypresses’ path creeps closer and closer with each passing day. But the spirit of Mehitabel is still alive, look you! We dance naked in our minds (out in the garden is far too cold and besides it would upset the foxes), we drink home-made lemonade and we make as much merry as we possibly can get away with.
Have un po’ di mu’ to gladden the old earholes and the weary soul: