Forget the Summer Solstice at Stonehenge and go to the Winter Solstice (usually on Dec 20th). I’ve been numerous times. A fraction of the number of people show up; a hundred maybe two, which mean you can roam around the stones, touch them, sit on them, hug them, meet the Durids and talk with them, meditate or whatever…

What does it say about our quality of life that people can’t seem to enjoy things if alcohol isn’t involved?

I just wanna say I am SO FUCKING STOKED TO READ THIS!!! I’m going to go do 3 work things so I can come back and revel in this without feeling too too guilty.

Agreed. Protests at gun shops and shows. Bloody pictures of bullet ridden bodies. Sidewalk counsellors. The whole shebang. And new language - co-opt “prolife”.

Brontë: “It’s called normcore, you bloody halfwits.”

And seriously, you know there are MILLIONS of women in their late 20s who have been training since 1995 to take the place of Posh and/or Sporty.

Two songs? TWO songs? How about two CDs of MAGIC. How about every song was a MASTERPIECE. A sexual revolutionary AWAKENING. Girl Power, Brah, The Susan B Anthony’s of their TIME. How about THAT.

IF A SIGN SAYS DON’T DO SOMETHING,