We've all got letters after our names, and speaking for myself well they just feel like letters. And what do letters do except for bring bad news? We're stuck living in this moment of shirts-back-on with beer soaked torsos and empty eyes, we know we've taken our youth for granted so now we over-rate it. I make no secret that I love this time of year with the sea still warm and the tourists just a memory, if we never leave maybe we'll never grow up. But staying here won't keep us younger, we've got the sense to say it, the two are not connected. And my Dad taught me all about the 6 P's 'Perfect Planning Prevents Piss-Poor Presentation' and though I know he's wizard-wise how could we ever be prepared or be expected to be when we're the oldest now that we ever have been?
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