I dont think I am very camp, although I have been accused of being so and I guess this picture tries to establish that fact. Well anything for a laugh, I mean how can you put up a sign that says prohibit camping, it just calls for a parodic stance, yes/no (can't you decide). But oh my look at that Majorcan belly, it no longer exists, and those boobs (ooh) but its one of the great mysteries of growing older. Why doesn't anyone tell you about the 'thickening' especially around the middle. I am pouting because my gym work is going very well. And I have been thinking too about writing again (which is very fattening unless you get an exercise regime on the go too). Why am I worried, am I worried, well yes and no, but I am conscious that if I look after my fitness now, in twenty years I will be able to face my demons better. My mother is very poorly and I know that I have only 20 years to catch that up. Hmm, but I wrote another song this weekend so am on a roll. I really like this lady singer and I will get her new album, although at this time of year I have to drop hints instead of just buying - and like my mother, she is a McKenna, and sometimes I feel like the boy in the song who wants to hear this said... hmm, people should grow old but...
