My book is boring

Today I turned on Radio 1.

I think it had to do with my 35th birthday, to do with Glastonbury being on the telly, to do with chatting with young people, being their therapist and seeing their art, listening to the music they write, chatting about the things that they do.

Today Radio 4 is boring as hell.

Today I want to travel, talk, dance into the night, get soaked in the rain and live and love and be.

A warm bath won't cut it tonight.

I want to shout about the people I love, to say things that are true but not professional, to cry with people about their pain.

I want to walk the streets late at night and feel the cold air on my cheek.

I want to read new books, write a thing that moves me, say stuff that means something.

I want to turn the music up loud

and scream.