I can’t remember the last time I made a sand castle and it’s made me a bit sad. Setting out to go to the beach with a bucket and spade, the only tools you needed back then to have fun in the sun. It never got boring and no matter how many relatives knew the best method for ‘The Perfect Castle’ they always looked the same, awesome. I guess that’s something I miss about childhood, the innocence of not really knowing what’s on the other side of life when you become one of those people who just goes to the beach to sunbathe. I don’t like the way adulthood is essentially founded for some people on the basis of establishing a sense of shame, something you don’t really have as a wee-un. I’m not saying I feel the need to rip off my clothes and parade around in a nappy or willingly shit into a potty in front of my close family to a raucous round of applause, I’m just saying, I’d rather be building sandcastles than lying still with my eyes closed. 

But then again, I’m just another dickhead expressing views that ten years ago, prior to the trend of everyone needing to express every single thought they’ve ever had via the internet, would have been forgotten in a matter of minutes. 

Don’t you know ink washes out easier than blood?