I wasn’t meant to write this article. Nope. I was going to write a witty political satire entitled “Cummings: Return of the Messiah” but then a couple of things happened: firstly, I remembered that I’m not funny. I think binge-watching comedy stand ups during lockdown gave me some unearned confidence. Secondly, I found out on Friday (4 th May) that after weeks of applications, writing personal statements, completing exercises and what not, I had secured a place to study an MA in Journalism at university. Yippee! I felt like someone had plugged me into a mains and then attached that mains to some gargantuan Star Wars inspired electricity-producing monstrosity (can you tell I don’t do physics?). I felt more alive than I had for some time. You know the feeling, right? The sun seems to pulsate with more energy, more vibrancy than it usually does. The air around you feels lighter - you feel like if you allowed yourself to become any giddier you’d swell up like a balloo