The European Championships start today which pretty much means my life will stop. Utterly.
Obviously, once England have had the usual and utterly predictable Quarter or Semi-Final penalty shoot out heartbreak I will resume existence. On whatever level I am currently existing.
I have sent some poems off for publishing but, as ever, I remain skeptical.
Also, where is the line between “generic” and “universal”. Seems too fine a line to tread.
Yes, this was about nothing.