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Basket Case

I really like the Green Day song of the same title.

Music like that only reflects the mood that I am at, like grasping at emotional straws that some times have no tangible threads or connections.

Mid week break

I have become accustomed to having a mid-week break.

Whilst everyone is slogging away at their desks, I would be out slinging my handbag and cantering on the pavements and air-conditioned walkways, just breathing in the air of freedom.

For birthday parties and homecomings that would never be the same again

The world lost a Nobel Laureate.

I lost the only playwright I have read since I was forced to read Shakespeare in school and the only one I bothered to seek out and read when I became addicted to just one play.

Requiescat In Pace Harold Pinter.

The assassination of Benazir Bhutto

And so the horror begins, the retelling of a tale of how a former prime minister and someone who was running for elections in a country rife with political turmoil, was killed.

I had boarded the bus home, after watching Elizabeth: The Golden Age with a friend. And thanks, to the omniscient presence of TV Mobile on buses, the news came ‘live’ with startling clarity.