May contain a heavy dose of Jim Kerr
While I was trying to get myself some sleep during the wee hours of Sunday morning after my ‘late night’ staying up to watch Eurovision and hoping to see the Northern Lights whose fantastical fluorescent dance I had missed the previous night due to my being a confirmed old fart (I was in bed by…
How? How did he know to write this post today? How did he know that these have been the things swimming around in my head the past few days? That I have been filled with copious amounts of self-doubt (yet again!) over how I am going to write a really good piece of prose for…