What do you see
When you look in the mirror?
I see bars, and walls
I see locked doors.
Wow, that's a bit heavy, isn't it. Well, I do work with teenagers , and I think that we ignore their mental health issues at our own peril.
I did make another sketch today, another of my public transport sketches. Here t'is.
C'est Paris, une cite jolie
Si belle, et si plein d'desprit
Son Metro, si vite
Le meilleur, elite,
Donc j'aime aller la, oh oui, oui.
(This is what I was trying to say with my schoolboy French -
It's Paris, a pretty city
So beautiful, so full of spirit
Its Metro, so fast
The best, the top drawer
So I like to go there, yes, yes. )
