I read a passage in a transcript today that said something along the lines of:
“At the core of it in my mind, there is a sense.”
Which made me think cor (an underused word) blimey (equally undersold) that sounds like some pretty mystical wisdom. Either that or the complete absence of it. Bore comparison with my current situation (Ah an allegory, how lovely). No sleep for days due to workaday deadlines and evening website planning. The whole situation aided / deteriorated (delete as appropriate) by a potent mix of coffee, coca-cola, the occasional woodbine and haribo sweet mix. Exhaustion, but zealot style exultation at prospect of future financial solvency. Surely a bad sign and definitely an indication that it’s time for a brief holiday from madness, plumbaits, baitbods, ambitious youth-snappers and tee-totallers the world over. God damn you, you decrepit fun picklers.