It’s late, and although I have a plethora of things to share with you, tonight is not the night.
Instead, I leave you with this:
Lives of great men all remind us,
We may maim our lives sublime,
And so departing leave behind us,
Footprints in the sands of time.
I read this, graffiti’d onto a bus stop in Cleethorpes over thirty years ago, and have never forgotten it.
Ten points if you know who penned it.