Funfairs on the beach, we never get one of these here, do we? Just pigeon scum, bumper cars in muddy ground, awkward boys, lovelorn girls and cereal in milk cartons. I feel like my closest hand was halfway 'round the world, something distant, I'm failing to recognise. But these days we're getting lovely sunsets, even lovelier sunrises, so this breaks even. I guess everyone's in some kind of trouble, have had their places turned upside down, felt their life stop by the sofa edge, written letters in their heads only to completely crumble when the moment comes; everyone feels the same way, but not at the same time.

Remember, if it hurts, it's probably worth it.