He Ain't Heavy, he's my brother.

I've always had a weird thing about sacrifice. I always hope that if the occasion arose I wouldn't think about it, just do the right thing. The notion is not as old fashioned as some would have you believe.

This guy was 13 and he saved his little brother's life.

http://www.kmov.com/news/world/In-Australian-flooding-13-year-old-boy-sacrifices-life-to-save-little-brother--113539049.html

The world is an odd place sometimes.

Open on a closed Subject

This is where my head is at today.

Christmas is an odd time. I am going back to work tomorrow, for how long I do not know. Itchy feet and a fast spinning mind that seems to want more space. It may be time to move. I have no nicotine in my system and its not going back in.

I move in to my new house tomorrow as well, a quieter house that should aid the next few decisions.

An odd few days have passed, where I was reminded of a different version of myself, one more carefree with myself and other people.

Do not watch "This is England '86" all in one go, late at night when you cannot sleep. Memories and semi-lucidity do not go well with the imagery.

I am not sure whether its time to blow the roof off, or walk away.