Wel, Idris whatsisname is indeed apparently back from his exciting trip to Llundain. He says he hopes he has achieved the best ever anti-elitism protest. Although it's never the two best crews, only the two best from Bridgeox. That's if the selection is done bestly. Yes. But we mustn't spoil his fun – a lot of planning and effort went into it he says, and it would be wrong to impose our views. Anyway, underwater he wrote this – using one of those underwater pens. And a blade. Physician! Heal thyself! Somebody wake him up. Bloody junior doctors sleeping on the job. Almost looks overworked. Unlike Idris' pomes...
A text unread
The same as dead
There's no reply within my head
I wonder what I really said?
Will you read me,
Text me back?
External calibrance I lack
But you're the same
Just far away
We'll never know quite what we say.
REJ:- Calibrance is not a word. No, it's not. What was wrong with calibrants? Btw, did Sioned tell you we're moving? Yes. Just North of the North pole.