By Mark Hancock
As usual, I awoke to the strains of Uncertain Smile by The The. I’d programmed it into my alarm clock to give me an almost pathologically positive start to the day. Who the hell wouldn’t feel uplifted and ready to go sign on the dole with Matt Johnson singing:
Peeling the skin back from my eyes, I felt surprised
that the time on the clock was the time I usually retired
to the place where I cleared my head of you;
but just for today, I think I’ll lie here and dream of you.