I don't like to get serious very often but as a manic depressive I simply had to comment about the endless cuts to mental health provision. Here's my story... Depression's quite funny, when you think about it. There you are, bumbling merrily along like a daddy-long-legs on a skirting board and then 'wham' - the fleece-lined slipper of utter despair turns you into an ink-blot. Too much? Too colouful an analogy? Sorry, I do that. I have a very visual imagination. In my teens the psychologist