I'm quite mad.

Today, as part of my job (I'm a service engineer), I worked in a geriantlogy ward. Basically, it's a place full of old people who look like they are waiting to die - which is, in fact, the case. As far as I could tell.
It kinda puts your life in perspective.
With this in mind this evening I penned a letter to Neil Young (see yesterday's blip) along with my business card asking if I could take the photographs for his next album.
Do I think anything will come of it? No.
Have I anything to lose? No.
Am I living in cloud cuckoo land? Possibly.

Am I going to send it? Course not. I think I may be going a bit crazy.