I have been heartened by the coverage on national telly of the current state of awareness of mental health in the UK, this week. Not because it looks like we’re winning the battle. Far from it. Simply because what the Beeb have done has made people talk about it. I was in a pub on Wednesday and two people were discussing the previous night’s news bulletin. They both had informed opinions, and neither of them used the terms ‘loony’, mentalist’ or ‘nutter’.
I realise that this is a tiny, weeny victory. I’m not stupid. Just bi-polar.
In other news, this week has been dark, long and never-ending. The black dog has come around, and has been sniffing round my ankles. I have tried so hard to shake him off, but he is a persistent fucker.
So, I am posting this song for two reasons. One, because MK is a beautiful, troubled genius.
And, two, because it lifts my spirits. For a few moments, when I play it, it helps.
Music needs no better reason to exist.