This month will be busy; I already have a long weekend of debauchery planned in Aberdeen, a college reunion (conducted via the medium of Chinese food), something bonfire related around November 5th and on a less social note - my interview and medical examination for entry into the Merseyside Police Force.

Exciting times. Inspiring times.
A time for rhyme!

Now for the philosophical nonsense... I've been thinking lately;

How many cheeks could be kissed over the course of a generation, bridges built, buildings burnt into the concave of their foundations? What is the algebraic equivalent of laughter?

What happens when I wake up on a Sunday in November ten years from now - will I ask the same questions? Will my day follow the same pleasant pattern of padding around making cheesecake, clad in an oversized white shirt whilst lazily having to analyse Keats?

Probably not.

Hopefully by then I'll be pursuing crime lords through the streets of Tokyo.