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William Blake had it the wrong way round. An hour can feel like eternity.

But everything. Everyone. Ends.

I want to write a film called I, William Blake

Except I don't. But I had that in my head when I woke up and it won't leave me alone.

There's not always poetry is there. Just effluent.

Tomorrow, apparently, is another day.

Just a couple of eternities til Bargain Hunt.

I hope the blue team wins.

as ever.