Saw a man about fifty or so. He looked lonely but his eyes were bright. He was walking up the Holland Park Road. And I stopped him to ask for a light. He practacally froze when I spoke. But eased when he saw my cigarette. Then I saw as he lit up my smoke. Beneath his coat he was naked and wet. With eyes full of shame. For he knew that I knew. He slumped to the wall with a moan. I said "I know there's no name. For what you go through. But how can you do it alone.". I crossed the street to the local newstore. Flicked through some cheap magazines. Beside me some schoolkid I saw. Push some girlie mags down into his jeans. The shop girl was watching amazed. Asked me to call for the police.. She screamed at his blushing young face. And he escaped into the streets.. With eyes full of shame etc.. Do it alone how can you do it alone. I need your help so I can do it by myself.. Do it alone don't have to breathe down a phone. I ain't got a clue 'bout the things that you do. But how...can you do it alone.. How can you do it.. Back at the flat my girl sat in the shower. And wasn't too keen on me sharing. She came out well after an hour. And by that time I was past caring. Some women it seems have the knack. Of attaining that stars in their dreams. They simply relax and lay back. While people like us scratch our jeans.. With eyes full of shame. And I know it must show. I slump - and I fall and I groan. Will somebody explain. What I need to know. How can you do it alone.. How can you do it.. How can you do it without any help. How can you do it all by yourself..