Apologies for rambling so early on…
I, like many arty types I suspect, grew up with the certainty that I would one day grow up to be a genius. Yes, one day I would use the medium of drawing to propose a theory so wild, so magnificently unbelievable, that it had to be true. Perhaps I would prove that the universe was egg shaped, or that time does indeed flow neither forwards nor backwards, but in a squiggly figure eight shape, but twistier. For a long time now I have sidelined that belief and let myself slip like so many into the contented sleep of the non-genius. But not today, today is different. Let me explain; for around half an hour this morning, I walked around with a piece of sock cotton writhing like a very small dry eel between my big toe and second toe (fourth if you count from the other side), and then it hit me, Varndell you fool, why not turn your sock inside out, thus alleviating yourself of that irritating twine, and rendering your foot based undergarment 100% effective once again! Of course in hindsight it may seem obvious, but ask yourself weary traveller, just how comfortable are your socks right now? as comfortable as mine? I suspect not.