Friday 4 September 2009

Ticking boxes.



As a small boy I remember sitting at the

breakfast table watching dad filling in the

football pools marking the boxes with a cross trying to change his life.


Now fifty years on what am I doing but filling

in boxes hundreds of boxes. Ticking boxes

reams of forms, references by the score,

trying to change my life.


Sod the boxes.

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