Day 326

Went to Haysend, sorted a few dBase probs.

In the afternoon to the mental health place, had an assessment with a psychiatrist. When asked to describe myself this afternoon I could only think of a strong black sense of humour. Eventually she said she'd try and refer me on to behavioural therapy. She was quite nice.

They buried that kid in Liverpool today. It seems to've made everyone think the country is going down the tubes - I of course have known this for years. There was a particularly triffic cartoon in the Guardian - John Bull slumped in a dilapidated room, surrounded by beer cans, a Jobcentre queue outside the window and staring forlornly at a photo of him and Britannia happy in 1953. Struck a chord.