Today is the three month anniversary of my Pre-moderation and I was wondering what I could do to mark this occasion. I could indulge in the single malt and drunk post into the night, but as my ramblings would not appear until twelve hours had elapsed there is no point. I could post an opinion without several sauces from assorted publications as “evidence” and have our cadre of pseudo intellectuals having apoplexy. Now that is a possibility. I could post a volley of school boy swear words describing breasts or the male genitalia though that could lead to my immediate arrest, incarceration and possible death. I am sure I could find a picture of a kitten or that bloke from Mrs Brown’s boys. What about a survey about the colour of tissue we all prefer? In the great scheme of things. it is all meaningless. It is as Queen said before they threw their lot behind the Brexit campaign: Nothing really matters anyone can see. Nothing really matters to me.