Plaudite, amici, comedia finita est.

I remember a day back in 86 when it suddenly hit home....so close, last tick of the nuclear clock, so close it made a sunny day cold, US bombs over Libya, never felt that again, until a bus blew apart on the way to work WC1 a day in July.....now that clock's ticking away inside me, and its not a foreign country, or a stranger on the tube, as close as it can get, its me.....