All that had gone before led to "Greyfield." At previous addresses Grod bit by bit had got together the things he had needed to record a distinctive CD. Now he'd got it all together and arrived at "Greyfield", a place where he could quietly get on with it without distraction.

All that had gone before led to "Greyfield", the previous CD's was the learning process in how to record and make a CD. From transferring recordings from old tapes to computer hard disk and enhancing the sound quality, to new songs directly to hard disk. Gradually finding out and incorporating the different facets of the recording software. What recording levels to use and what effects to apply to achieve the desired sound. All had been mastered to the degree necessary, along with the keyboard playing skills with a keyboard that actually sounded like the instruments the different voices were meant to represent. It was time to move from the old to the new, and some of the new were already recorded.

All that had gone before led to "Greyfield." The self-penned songs, written mainly at the time of broken relationships, recorded later at times of further broken relationships and promises, it was time for new songs and the new muse, the current broken relationship.

The CD was to reflect all that happened in that relationship, from beginning to end. The elation of finding a new love in life, and the strain of "Please let this one work and be the one." Then the security of getting your feet under the carpet and feeling that it's all finally going to work out and you've landed on your feet, everything you ever wanted seemed to come from nowhere and drop into your lap.

Then to the discovery of illicit affairs, broken trust and promises. The revealing you've found out, but the barrage of lies to try and cover up. To leaving under a cloud of suspicion. To being alone again, frightened and penniless, to wanting revenge and retribution, but knowing it is wrong and ultimately what they want, so the finger can be pointed away from themselves.

To the despair of what to do next? Forgive all and declare undying love? Or keep well away and try to move on without regrets, but always looking over shoulder at good times and regrets. To the thought of possible reconciliation, if only as friends, but know that could only be in the dark distant future with what had happened.

Broken relationships have a similar pattern. There is always an instigator and winner, a victim and loser. Their perspectives of what happened will always be different. It is who that is right that is important. But the truth doesn't change the result.

"Princess Of The Night" starts the ball rolling, with the bliss and joy of a wonderful loving relationship that is already blossoming. But then absence causes doubt and allows someone else to worm their way in, ready to dismantle this relationship and set about destroying their prey.

Next the change of allegiance. Deciding to risk the love you already have for the love that has been promised. One that has already shown that all is available, all you have to do is come and taste it's fruits. It is Eve with Adam.

But with the change of allegiance there is risk. The risk that this might all suddenly fail, as others have failed in the past. And your heart inside has been patched up too many times. The next one might cause it to break completely.

Yet women seem to have the knack of stoking up all your dreams, fantasies, secrets and goals, then suddenly decide they've changed their mind, it's a woman's prerogative. And ask why you are angry.

The track below "Breakheart" is recorded in the style of a sixties song, in the style of Bands such as "The Byrd's" and more recently "The Laa's" And dare even suggest "The Beatles."

The guitar chord riff and chorus were written in Grod's very early days of songwriting, as was the chords for the verses. What had got Grod onto writing his own songs is that he had ploughed through as many songs as he could physically play, from the book he practiced and learnt from in his teens, "The Complete Beatles." Not knowing many years later there would be "The Complete Grod."

The verse lyrics were completed some twenty years later, and while based on recent experience, were written in the style of the song written twenty years ago, reflecting a time and style twenty years before that.

But love and the fallout from love never changes. A broken heart is a broken heart in any age. The feeling will never change.

But then the break down. The breaking of trust, the telling of lies to cover, but the evidence overpowering. But noting a certain delight they've been rumbled. Causing consternation is how they get their buzz. They know their power, they know their level of control over their partner. Even if they lose, they make sure they don't lose out, they knew the odds.

So to the point of departure, with one last meal beforehand. If there is to be any final reconciliation it is here. But as Jesus Christ found out, any kiss at the Last Supper is a false one, it is all about betrayal from someone you thought loved you. To suddenly finding yourself alone again, looking back at what you had and could have been.

Next are the consequences. No more nights next to someone you love, just nights awake sorting through the rights and wrongs of what happened, distributing the blame. A telephone number on your mobile that gave excitement when it used to ring, is now deleted due it never ringing or likely to again. You were convinced though it was love. In fact once again, it was a "con so quaintly done."

Then as the rights and wrong are sorted and blame apportioned in your mind, the conclusions can now be drawn. And the conclusion is, she went about it from the start knowing she planned to make it fail. It was all planned, a set-up.

She made up the game, she made up the rules and she owned the pieces. Then invited you to play. Knowing the rules allowed her to cheat but not you. She could never lose. And when you eventually discovered that, you would have lost everything. Think you're good at escapology? Well try getting out of that.

Then there is nothing like time, to let the truth come simmering out. Things are gradually learnt that weren't known before and confirm that all you suspicions were correct and always had been. There was another person in the background. Illicit affairs.

Yet partners who know each other quickly detect when the other is behaving suspiciously. We sometimes forget we are human. These things have an effect on us and what we do and how we behave. And if you are trying to hide a deadly secret, as well hidden as you might think it is, it is usually simply written all over your face.

The winner takes it all though. And it is not unknown for the loser to hide themselves away, masking the hurt and tears with alcohol and drugs and sliding into the oblivion. But it is better then facing the actual reality and they don't want to be stopped. The other taking different drugs and out dancing in ecstasy with their next victim.

The illicit affair, the drugs. They are supposed to make you feel good?

"One mans meat, is another mans poison, you took delight when you pushed the syringe." The next song quickly sets out its stage and where it's heading. For now anger and denial are fluxing. Vengeful plots begin to take hold of most of your thinking. As the realities of what she did and where she has put you, has become all too apparent.

And while this dawns on you with anger, also knowing she is already using those same scams to secure her next victim. She doesn't care, she never cared, what she cares about is destroying the thing in other people that she hasn't got. Love.

The clock though has ticked on. She hasn't come back and you have gone through the anger and denial. You've fairly attributed the blame, even though she won't except it or even know of your conclusion.

It's the what now? Has enough time passed to suddenly appear again full of forgiveness and of undying love, that life without her is worse then when you were with her, but could be so much more?

Or stay away and stumble along in survival mode, knowing from experience there might be another out there. It's just a matter of time and holding on to the little you have left.

The answer to the above, normally being, nothing. It has happened. The reality is lonesome nights awake, churning it all over. Then spending the daytime in a daze as everybody around you seems have a partner and you are an outcast. And it's written all over your face and the simply fact that you stand there all alone.

Nobody wants you. The hardest part being you know no one is going to fall for you the way you look and the way you feel. But that the only thing that will change you, is someone who gives you the love you need. Or the love you had magically reappears.

And that's it. It's time to accept it's all over. It's not worth the worrying and churning over the details any more. Nothings going to change. Maybe we could be friends in the future, but that would be a long-term challenge. Goodnight, god bless, my fair-weather friend.