Pain Will Never Leave Us.

Beauty Feeds Us. Anarchy Is Beauty. We Are Against The Grey People. We Want To Decorate, Like Those Fantastic Indian Lorries Which Are Covered With Flowers. Beauty Must Conquer The Lust For Order; Order Is Ugliness.

We Think We Have To Work Because The Advertising Industry Has Elevated Wants Into Needs. The Newspapers And The Television Batter Us Incessantly With The Latest "must-haves", Whether That's Shoes, Videogames Or Patio Heaters. As A Result, Mums Think They "have" To Work At Tesco In Order To Buy Expensive Trainers.

Computers Tend To Separate Us From Each Other - Mum's On The Laptop, Dad's On The Ipad, Teenagers Are On Facebook, Toddlers Are On The Ds, And So On.

I Could Happily Lean On A Gate All The Livelong Day, Chatting To Passers-by About The Wind And The Rain. I Do A Lot Of Gate-leaning While I Am Supposed To Be Gardening; Instead Of Hoeing, I Lean On The Gate, Stare At The Vegetable Beds And Ponder.

Am I The Only Person In The World Who Is Shocked And Amazed At The Ongoing Flattery Of Uebergeek Mark Zuckerberg?