In a wonderful development, the gloriously helpful lady at the Subway depot called me up to say that my keys had been found.

Almost as good as that itself was the wonderful symbolism in the fact that they were handed in in Govan.

To celebrate this, I finished off a track with a long name.. (as well as a Jack Daniels or two)

‘be suspicious of well written lines (they’re the ones they’ve practised)’

is listed up above, along with the others.

It has been a day of difficulty, but not for the reasons I first envisaged this morning.

Instead of the possible social awkwardness that may have unfolded, (and how I wish it had!) I was instead granted the scenario of losing my keys on public transport.

Well, I assume it was on public transport.

Who knows.

Maybe some nice person will hand them in and I won’t need to fork out some ridiculous amount to some car sales-people.. or I could always learn to hot wire?

The best way to deal with such situations is to have a chippy, a large glass of single malt, and throw a ton of instruments into the one song.

’emanations of the state’

After such anticipation for the postman arriving today with a new accordion, the jubilation was dashed upon discovery of dodgy keys, which mean a trip to the post office to fire it back again to the returns people.

Before it got boxed up and put away, it managed to finish off a song in its dying breaths.

‘nice try Rousseau’ has been sitting about for a while looking.. waiting for something to complete it.

And here it is. (Soundcloud)

I thought it was probably appropriate to break the convention of no capitalisation for Mr. Rousseau; him being such a towering figure of the enlightenment and all.