Blue is the colour of the sky in the morning, when we rise, in the morning, when we rise. That's the time, that's the time, I love the best.

Here you can see a familiar view of the Derwent. I like this one, it's very blue and I do like a nice shade of blue.

I once knew a person who was very needy with regards to their demands of a friend. They required constant positive reinforcement with regards to all facets of their approach to life. In turn, they were deeply and hopelessly inadequate in reciprocating these demands. One day, this other person – a mutual acquaintance – set about deliberately and methodically dismantling the first person’s sense of self. He refused to laugh at his jokes. He rebuffed his offers of petit amusements. He aggressively denounced his political beliefs and ridiculed his opinion on the arts. Finally, he seduced, and then callously tossed aside this fellow’s much loved lady friend.

Interested, I asked him why he had done all of this, and he replied, “I don’t know, I just felt like it and I thought that it would be funny”.

He did make funny noises when he cried. I will admit that. Like a pig. "Oink oink." So he had a point.