n my younger days, I used to scribble down loads of stuff. I never seem to get the chance much now. Maybe I should have another go at it? A prose piece - "The Monkey" More prose, this time on Manic Depression(!) A pome on a more romantic(?) note This is where it gets really wierd - I like to call this one Croissant, though that may not be what you'd like to call it. I secretly long to be a TV Reviewer Sometimes when I'm depressed I head for a Coffee Here's some stupid nonsense poetry. You really don't want to know what Parks meant to me when I was younger! Begone with you...