I was suddenly just thrown into one of my funks. Lee Mayer’s family keep his facebook page open, and it reminded me that he’d be 31 today. The fact of his death still gets to me: he, like my other friends lost, deserved a long, full life; I still feel white hot rage at the injustice of it. Yet I also know I can’t let myself get too down about it. The last year, for instance, truly was a great one – hey, I met Patrick stewart ffs! – and have a feeling this coming year could be even better. Plus I just stumbled over quite an amusing article debating what music the beeb should play if and when the apocalypse comes. Their answer? What else but this! Very Mayer! Short of the world ending, then, I have much to be cheerful about, and quit a bit to keep me busy, even if such thoughts will still just hit me, as they hit everyone, from time to time.