We're off to see the wizerd... I can't wait to get on the road again...

yeah i know it's a daft title, but i couldn't decide which was best for an 'i'm-leaving-and-going-back-to-durham-today' song so i put them both.
a very strange thing has occured though, i was going to write at the top the song that's in my head as i did yesterday just to prove i do always have one in my head.. and today, i have not one, not even two but three songs all in my head at the same time. it sounds very cluttered up there, kind of hard to distinguish between them and i'm getting lines like 'no more gazing across the wasted wizerd, the wonderful wizerd of the road again...' yeah i know kind of messed up really but never mind.
i think i'm all packed, im going to go and get some biscuits to take to houseparty and then i'm done! yay.

but before i go i thought i'd just add something about a program i watched yesterday about that case in 1990 where 16 children were taken away from their parents because social workers believed them to be being involved in sexually abusive satanic rituals with their parents. the social workers truely believed they were rescuing the kids, and it all started because one little boy was hiding under a table at school saying he was hiding from the ghosts that were going to get him. then the social workers interpreted everything the children said as evidence they were being horrifically abused. it was later found out that nothing like that was going on at all, and the kids were returned to their families, all but the little boy who was in care for 10 years. it's ruined their lives basically, they were all saying that they've had their childhoods taken away. and yet the social workers truely truely belived they were helping. misguidedness is actually a very frightening thing. much more so than open maliciousness because it's so much harder to condemn.

anyway that's too serious for a lovely sunny day like today but it hit me quite hard last night after i'd watched the program. like one of the girls said, all kids have imaginations and all kids will answer an adult's questions. if they had asked me as a child i would have told them that a pair of red eyes would look at me round my bedroom door unless i closed it in exactly the right place, and i had to run to fast into my bed because there was a crocodile that would eat me, and sometimes i'd collapse in the middle of a swimming pool scared that the shark would eat me.
all children have imaginations. it's scary how they were interpretted with those children.

sorry about that, i'll see you all in durham. apart from those of you reading this who aren't in durham and then i wont. see you in durham that is...