Control

I arrived at work today with a flat tyre. When I change a tyre, I feel like a proper man, which I am actually not. Except because the spare tyre bracket and the wheel bolts had rusted a bit, I had to employ the help of an actual man thus robbing me of my masculinity.
Then I went straight to the tyre place to have it repaired where I always feel very unmanly as I mince about the forecourt whilst the lads talk about 'Birds'.

It all took two hours out of my working day though so that was good. Now my machine is running again and Keane plays on the radio over the buzz of my machines compressor.
It's Friday, hurray, and I'm going to the radio studio to do my show. I'm loving it a lot especially as I see my first show received 42 downloads to date.
After that I have my son tonight which is always brilliant and he continues to amaze me.

I am in control of my life still and that is where I find my happiness.
CONTROL.