I’m sorry I still don’t live in you, Brighton.
I’m sorry The Great Escape Festival had to end.
I’m sorry I told everyone I hated Jake Bugg the first time I saw him.
I’m sorry it took me so long to tell the truth about life with IBD (which I finally did in a Huffington Post blog on World IBD Day (19th May))
I’m sorry for Monday night, and Wednesday night, and I’m sorry to my liver and my brain cells; you’ve been working overtime this week.
I’m also sorry to future me, who will inevitably over play Isaac Gracie’s songs, and have to take a listening hiatus.