I do not see the point of writing much on here tonight. For one thing, I missed yesterday’s commonwealth closing ceremony, not being that interested in what was essentially a pop concert, so I cannot post any kind of review. Further, today marks a century since the beginning of one of the most horrific conflicts in history: I cannot write anything, say anything, for what can one say about that folly? I could wax lyrical in my usual pretentious way about the savagery of it all; I could quote Wilfred Owen. But those would be the hollow words of a pampered cripple. I know nothing of war, save that it is the truest symbol of mans utter stupidity. And I can say no more.