Dark clouds envelop me sat languishing in the chair staring at a fourteen inch screen; the sickness machine. It's news time on T.V. disasters, tragedy, despair, wars, famine, murders, terrorism everywhere. All day long this goes on - information repeated. Please do not adjust your set! listen, listen, listen, do not switch off yet! Reuters bring it in from all corners of the globe; it's their job to observe pry and probe. Depressed I cry, watch! watch! watch this they say; sit up erect! you've got to be politically correct! Not me! I've had enough of that awful oppressive stuff. I press a button - flick channel - more political flannel. Sit down! relax! put your feet up! it's your day off; lets try the bloody B.B.C.! A documentary about madness! taken inside a psychiatric wing, I sit tense, nail biting, more sadness, I switch off the T.V.- I feel ill - better take my pill.