The season for . . . .

Now that September is here it all starts coming back to me, this is what you do in autumn. You cycle home from work in the wind and the rain looking forward to the stew that you made yesterday that tastes better every day. You get into your pyjamas and drink tea and watch telly and go to bed early to read your book, something you've been looking forward to doing all day. You go for drinks in warm, cosy pubs that make your glasses steam up as soon as you walk in the door. You start going to the cinema again on week day evenings and you go and see bands play like last night when I went to see Pulp at the Brixton Academy to hear Jarvis sing 'Mis-shapes' .... "Brothers, sisters can't you see the futures owned by you and me. There won't be fighting in the street. They think that they've got us beat but revenge is going to be so sweet. We won't use guns, we won't use bombs, we'll use the one thing we've got more of and that's our minds."

And you know that everything's going to be alright....... Alright!