Do I dare disturb my universe?

Summer is a happy time. A time of expecting sunshine and then complaining about it when it comes. A time of pasty legs with a crabstick blush and angry gnatbites turning smooth skin into the surface of Mars. A time of walking out without a jacket not knowing and not caring what time you’ll get…

Latitude: The Comedown Column

Things you do at a festival that you don’t usually do: Waltz with a young man named Cecil in a forest after spending twenty minutes asking him how he spelled his name, convinced he’d got it wrong. Buy the contents of an entire big sized Tescos out of fear that as soon as you enter…