Looking for certainties at the moment.
Suffering under strange bout of knackeredness syndrome after festive period. Maybe it's cold turkey from drinking and OTT foods. Sleeping like a dog every night. Feels like January is some kind of halfway-house twilight zone.. strange weather, civic upheaval, odd programmes on the telly.
I'm fast retreating into a world of early nights and good books.
So it's good to know that there are still some certainties in life a post-modern gentleman chap can still grasp hold of.
Namely, Moira Stuart is just quite simply cool as fuck.
(I'm clearly feeling a bit studenty-militant today. Hence the swear. Sozza'bout that.)