I didn’t do it. I wasn’t there. I didn’t wannit. I wouldn’t dare.
With grateful thanks to 10cc.
Well good morning Judge, how are you today?
I’m in trouble, please put me away
A pretty thing took a shine to me
I couldn’t stop it so I let it be
Update 22/04/26
Much earlier I published a small post on joebrown.org.uk (look at the ‘wayback’ machine)
I lost Seth in 2022, and he is still sorely missed. Early in 2013, when we met, it seemed as if we recognised in each the other, the hurt we both felt.
The last post I ever did on joebrown.org.uk on Dec. 17th 2021 was regarding Seth. Whether this was a premonition of what was to happen in 2022, I really don’t know. I append my post below:
Seth. Seth means ‘given’ – a gift.
When Adam lost his son Abel to his murderous sibling Cane. God provided a ‘replacement’ for Abel, a new son, destined to be the Biblical ancestor of the whole human race. Adam called his new son Seth, meaning ‘given’ or ‘gift’, for he was totally unexpected. Seth later pleaded with Michael, the keeper of the gates, to to let his father back in to ‘The Garden’, excluded as he had been after Abel’s death. Seth was reputed to have lived for over 900 years, and because he was the ancestor of Noah, it is believed that every living human-being owes his existence to Seth. He is revered in every branch of modern religion whether Judaic, Christian, or Islam.
Seth was ‘given’ to me in 2013. His original name was an unpronounceable German word meaning strength. The circumstances were certainly not Biblical. He was 7 months old, vicious, unfriendly, and ill-at-ease with himself and almost everyone else. Not a little unlike me then. Over the early period of nearly two years, it was remarked that Seth had been ‘re-habiltated’. then, as now, he has the rare gift of bringing out the very best in almost every human he meets. I am still humbled by his transformation, and blessed by his presence. I still strive to succeed in doing what it seems he finds so easy – being loving, kind and accepting to almost everyone.
He is indeed a gift, and a gift that keeps on giving.
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