Understanding insanity

I'm getting used to signposting within the opening paragraph of my blog, so people aren't led in the wrong direction. I'll continue that trend here. This blog is not another ranting blog dwelling on my own issues (and by the lord, I think I need a golf-cart to help me with my baggage at the moment). The purpose of this blog is to explain the bigger title of my blog (the meta-title?).

Outside a lunatic asylum is actually a line out of possibly the first song that I was taught as a child. I suspect that you're now considering this, and imagining that I wasn't taught this fine song at Pontefract Rd Junior & Infants School. Indeed if you are thinking that, your reasoning skills are in fine fettle. My brother and I were taught this by my grandad (below) . A fine bloke, who's greatest abilities were making people laugh, though it was usually at the expense of winding my nan up. Indeed, practice sessions for this song were often met with exclamations of "stop singing that bloody song to them, it's going swearing in!!" (is that irony Moon?)

Here's the song:

Outside a lunatic assylum
whilst I was breaking up stones
a lunatic came up to me and said "good morning Mr Jones"
"how much a week do you get for doing that?"
"thirty bob" i cried...
The lunatic came up to me and this is what he sighed...

"come inside you silly bugger come inside
you really ought to have more sense
working for your living, take my tip, act a little silly and become a lunatic.
For you get your meals quite a-regular
and a brand new suit besides.
Thirty bob a week? No wife and kids to keep? Come inside you silly bugger come inside...

So there you have it. Possibly the first song I learned as a kid. The second one was also taught to us by my grandad. It was titled Please don't burn our shithouse down. I'll leave the lyrics from that for another day....