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June 22nd – All my words come back to me, in shades of mediocrity.

I have always thought that our manager, Gareth Southgate, so long lauded by our media now, was palpably unfit for the job. I have held this view since, day 1, match 1. His main attribute seems to be deference.

17th Jun – You must realize, smoke gets in your eyes.

Or, if you don’t like that as a final line, you can use, Pod lives on the mountain, and skips to Mace, to buy a present for his friend, Kristina. Whichever you prefer really; it’s entirely up to you.

14th June – I heard there was a secret chord, that David played, and it pleased the Lord. But you don’t really care for music, do you?

And don’t they make a welcome contrast to the other national event that is taking place in the UK at the moment; where so many people are suddenly talking about their love of their nation, and the greater good for all of us, and do it all without the slightest notion of how utterly transparently vulgar and disingenuous they seem to the rest of us?

8th June – Let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to start.

I’m starting at the Tudors, leaving everything that happened before 1500 to the English department, since the version we all believe was made up by Shakespeare.

29th May – It’s so strange the way he talkin’, it’s a disgrace.

And from there, it’d have been but a small leap to assert that’s why we’re so easily beguiled by those who promise us a revealed wisdom: Christians; sales assistants; cult leaders, Elon Musk, Catherine the Great, Rylan.

Challengers & Red Eye. TV & film for children, by children.

It need not be a task that eats into their busy schedules: whereas the writer of Red Eye has had his arse handed to him on a plate; Tony Schumaker, the writer of Responder, should be nominated for a BAFTA, would suffice.

Apr 3rd – All the people, so many people, and none of them can read or write; and that’s why we’re all, cult-urally impoverished.

I just love the endlessly repeated, tautological redundancy of the dialogue.

24th Mar – I had strings, but now I’m free. There are no strings on me.

But since that day when his words were first uttered, I’ve tracked his prediction from what was once a faraway speck on a distant horizon, to what it is today, an event horizon on a looming black hole.

3rd Mar – What price you have to pay to get out of, going through all these things twice.

Sad songs are all about evoking regret, and death by your own hand, is perhaps the first positive thing you have ever done with your life, so I think I’d go out to a Genesis track, or Bruce Springsteen, or something even worse, so that you had no regrets about leaving the earth and all its mediocrities.