Well, I use ‘writer’ in the loosest possible sense, but the end result is the same: I have nothing to say.

Update.

You know what it is? I’m sick to the back teeth of politics. I’m sick of politicians. Labour? Brown? How did I ever imagine, for a second, that they were worth writing about? Worth caring about? There’s got to be more to life than this, surely?

I’m simply overwhelmed. We live in a highly risk-averse society, full of fear and threats.  Liberty is to ‘normal’ people what leaving home is to a pre-teen. It’s not something to be looked forward to – it’s something to be dreaded and feared.

The majority doesn’t value liberty, they value security. They don’t value freedom – they value safety.

I accidently looked up at the mountain and now I don’t know what to write.