May 7th – Dreams will come and they will go, when the rain washes you clean, you’ll know.

This must be how it feels to live in a totalitarian state. To be a victim of ever declining standards where there is not a single person of discernment and authority to whom you can appeal.

29th March – Get sick, get well, Hang around a’ ink well

No sour grapes on my part when I say that the gatekeepers to literary stardom in this country would be incapable of judging who is the most cunning between Joey Essex and the Duchess of Sussex.