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Snap, crackle and pop... I swear old age is catching up on me. Walking home in the freezing cold on a deserted street at 3am was surprisingly calming, reminded me of the days of Nottingham..and those days when I thought you couldn't take the place out of my soul and that no matter what I would remain a devoted fan. Well I am a fan just a much more subdued one.

I am in that poetry zone for the last few weeks, you know when you feel you can write a masterpiece but it's probably nonsense to others...but you do it anyway. For me it's therapeutic and if that feeling comes, you have to entertain it. Salt was a product of one of those moments, I should really print it's twin brother Pepper which is the alternative version but I always find it easier to reveal dark thoughts than extremely close to the heart ones. So until I find it in me to bare it all, I think it is enough that this blog is read through only one angle...to fit it's namesake. Maybe I should create another blog, do a whole parallel universe thing....then it would translate to VillageAngel... somehow I do not think my ego can accept that..but then in a parallel universe I should be humble.. therefore... OK STOP... this will confuse myself too much.... Forget it. I hate arguing with myself, I (we) are so convincing and it messes me (us) up.

Feeling quite upbeat at the moment and I think I understand and accept where I am. As for where I am meant to be, I think I will let fate lead the way. Of course with a little nudge in the right direction. Money and Power, I think I have to accept that they're around...but despite this merry-go-round, I know I got it right the first time.

Sometimes we all have to change, it's just the way the world works. Yet sometimes when what you believe in is so strong and so pure that it can only be the product of goodness, then we should hold it dear to our hearts and cherish it. I have always been the live for the moment type of person and I think it's time I came back to my roots. And my journey so far? Has been nothing short of exiciting. Would I do it all over again? Hell yes! Would it have been worth it? Heaven knows. I'm starting to hear violins now so I better quit these cheesy thoughts. Sigh, but it's great to have had that some kinda wonderful even if it's just for a little while.