I’ve Lost My Leaky Bucket! And Possibly That Lovin’ Feeling Too…

I’m a bit worried about myself.   All my life, I’ve cried like a leaky bucket, at the drop of a hat, almost without provocation.   I’ve cried in top board meetings, at client meetings with their bank managers or VAT inspectors (at the bravery of self-employed people) all the way through the Joy Luck Club including the opening credits, in adverts, all the way through Apollo 13 and Field of Dreams, at Terry Waite’s speech on his release (sobbing in the carpark of Waldens the stationers in SW11), in the last moments of a TV programme I haven’t actually watched all […]

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