So for a year I spent all my time hiding from Jack Charlton in the car park practising my skills.
So I did in fact spend two and a half years in the Middlesbrough car park...
I wanted to end my life so bad and was in my car ready to go down that ramp...
I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry but a kind of instinct or inspiration such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.
