I suppose the Blaster may be a form of 'pirating' one's best thoughts. But that's quite appropriate in its way. The background to those thoughts is that sometimes I'm full of the childish glee of bouncing merrily around, under the skull-and-crossbones of the Pirates' Ship, at the fairground – and at other times (like now) I wish I could walk the plank and drop off into oblivion. The fate of all artists.
