Thanks so much Kevin.

The way random likes and dislikes are presented as the inescapable corollary of progressive politics is kinda fun though. Like an advert where someone is sipping coffee in a beautiful place with beautiful people and right at the end you discover that you should buy a particular brand of bleach.

The dogmatists don't want you to know that there's a middle way between packing and not packing.

Just procrastinate unhappily until desperation sets in. Then throw a vague approximation of the requirement into bags of roughly the appropriate volume while crying for your passport like a baby.

You can absolutely get comments like that from a bot. That audience is completely replaceable.

Something to believe in rather than something believable.

Mango Lurgy. Melodic songs about nothing with the odd sample. Cheekbones and fringes. Singer's dad owns a construction company. The irritatingly catchy 'Who are you really?' featured on an advert for a rebranded confectionery item. Name referenced a boring travel story. Weren't that good.

Won't somebody think of the squirrels?

I am now on my coach. Glad to be on time but sad about all I am leaving behind. Goodbye Digbeth Coach Station and thanks for the memories.

The building cherishes sound and will not allow a single decibel to leave. Instead, the shredded echoes of last week's screaming toddlers bounce off the toughened glass like the experimental music of the damned.