This week I am finding it difficult not to think about bombs. If it transpires that the Russian airliner from Sharm el Sheik was brought down by an ISIS planted device, it is a very sinister development.
I’ve been thinking this week quite a lot about the past. Somehow in those days life seemed more rebellious, driven by idealism, and rock n’roll seemed more out of control.
The images are everywhere. A downed Russian airliner, the slaughter in Paris. Where next ? London, New York and even Vatican City.