Paul, I did not know you, however as an armchair snooker fan, as a human being I can only say:

Cancer, you sick bastard. You take no prisoners. You dont think, You dont have compassion.

You appear and you destroy lives, you tarnish others.

One day though I know that people will wake up, people will find things, and will then go to the Doctor and get ONE tablet or whatever. The cancer will be gone, like a stomach bug, like a head cold.

Your time is running out as a death sentence.

Paul, you only started to live, but you have made your mark and lived the life worth living.

RIP

Paul Hunter

I am tired.

I am tired of Glasgow

I am tired of work

I am tired of music

I am tired of conversation

I am tired of sounds

I am tired of eating junk and healthy food

I am tired of TV and that includes Dr Who

I am tired of relationships

I am tired of bitching

I am tired of EVERYTHING!

Yes I need a holiday or something to recharge my batteries. My telephone has rang several times this morning, My inbox contains unopened mail. I have not even opened my mouth today and spoke to anyone.

Has anyone else felt like this? Its certainly not a depressive crisis, just a bad case of lethargy of life, even though Im happy.

Recently, the turmoil of 2006 has disappeared, I am enjoying life again, I am smiling again. There is no point in moping over dead family members forever.

But for the past month, I look in the mirror in the mornings and the reflection I see is no longer who I am now. The fresh faced Franz Ferdinand, Elvis, Michael Jackson, Fifties throwback that I apparently evoke is no longer me,

I no longer enjoy the way I look, or the way I wear my hair. I tire of being a peripheral outsider in regards to personality and style.

Well, that’s my feelings on it. People close to me disagree. Perhaps I just want to look like everyone else and fit in..

Cant beat them, the atmosphere, the buzz of knowing work is finished, the banter in the bar with friends or going home to have a bottle of wine or a few cans of good German lager along with watching a good film snuggled up on the sofa.

Fridays. You cant beat them.

If you could be more than who you are, more than what you do in life at present, if you could be something, if you could be everlasting, what would you want to do to achieve it?

It is a question I ask myself once a week. The answer as ever for me lies in music.