Good times for a change. See the life I’ve had would make a good man bad. The Art Institute. Mawage. How water-lilies can drive you insane. Voluptuousness and the Crusades.

Yes, I realize that this is the title of a cheesy pop song by S Club 7, of which I have disgracefully written about quite a few times before.

I think it might’ve been Sirius, the dog star, in the southern sky that lit my way tonight, like a beacon, brighter than the ambient glow of the urban sprawl before me, but I only have a faint grasp of celestialography, so I could be wrong.