where the fruit is

Because I want to blog but have nothing to blog about except baked potatoes, Blake parodies and a hatred of water polo, have instead a big PLUG of Pomegranate, the third issue of which came out last week. There is some awesome stuff there, I've just had a big binge on it. This poem by Sophie Mackintosh just made me look out the window and give a deep, long, slightly OTT sigh of (brief) contentment.

P.S. On Monday after the Greek lesson I was collecting the books and I asked one of the year 7s, "Was it OK?" and she said "It was fantastic." It made me glow a bit.