I was in the wes this morning watching the news over breakfast. You know, I have relied on that TV for my daily dose of info for four years – I’ll miss it. It’s a small TV, mounted high in the corner with my neater eater in front of it. This morning, on the local news section, there was a report on this kid with m.d. in his twenties; final phase. You can always tell. He was campaigning for a particular type of therapy to be allowed. Not for him, but for others. And I thought ‘shit’.

Its not fair.