That's an Annie Lennox song also in case you were wondering. (Though originally by Procol Harum.)

And also the colour of my face yesterday morning when I flew to the toilet with my intestines in knots and an ass screaming with abandon - only to find out that its occupied.

But in closure, the encompassing sense of relief that I'm nearly where I want to be. I yearn to be inspired again. I'm only short of that inch.

An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. - "Valerie's letter" from V for Vendetta