The proof of the pudding …. Jerry ruminating on the horrors of the Gulf war, 1991 and reflecting back in 1992 It was a Wednesday, I looked at my bedside radio, Jan 19, 91. I checked the time with my watch, well I looked at my wrist, no watch. I glanced to the left, the words Quartz, Omega, stood out on the Big Ben face. The leather strap on the watch was perished. For the sake of accuracy I will list the display on the bedside table:- one ashtray, contents – a dog-end of Benson and Hedges filter tip, a fragment of tobacco clinging , tenuously to the defiled bitten tip; half a small cigar, mouth organ, harmonica for the educated. It was now the 26th January 1991. It occurred to me that if Mr Bush and cohorts have their way, soon 10,000 mothers will be weeping. If I can find my lighter, I’ll smoke my half cigar, perhaps I’m getting ill again? He signed the poem “The proof was in the pudding…”, JC 92