Oh but why would I wish to stain some ones day?
I expect people like that already have quite enough stains to contend with.
Quite apart from off beat/ off subject diatribe that now appears to be non rigueur about here, what with all the new spice chucked on the aged and withering edifice that once stood so proud and noble, a place where decent folk could come and enter discourse on diversity and delight.
I see now, on this cold and draughty platform, the desultory flap of plastic bags like a drowning squid upon the storm washed sand, the caw of ravens, who know more than most, and the darkness of another dull day signalling the approach of the latest train of thought from the depths of a dying mind, living in a future that will not be ours to keep.
Where now my friends, the tinkling of old familiar bells, the wit with wisdom of those who truly knew, or cared, and who this day stand with shoulders to the slag, to fend against the raw reality, and to surely gasp at such ignominy.
Where now, my friends.
Lizzie xx