Now I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before, and I can’t be arsed to look it up, but the editorials for BSH are usually the last thing written each month, usually with me sitting staring at a blank Word document for a number of hours desperately hoping that inspiration will strike. I’ve always thought that, really, you need to be fired up about something in order to write about it from a personal perspective, and at the moment, and for a good few months now actually, I’m not really too fired up about owt*.
I read somewhere that once you’ve had a close call with your own mortality, it makes you re-examine the priorities, the things that’re important in your life, the way you think about things, and I don’t know whether, consciously or subconsciously, I’ve taken that on board, but a lot of things these days don’t seem quite so important as they perhaps once did, y’know?
