Had a whizz of inspiration this evening while I was eating tuna, so wrote this poem. “Today”, I said, to mum, “today I’m going to clinch my dream agenda, I’ll take to the pages, sites and dot-coms, And become an influenza”. “I’ll buy a tripod, a fuzzy mike, I’ll looksmaxx my soul away, There’s reams of content to be made, So I’ve got to start today”. Influenzing’s surely heavy work, But I’ve got to shoot my shot, I’ll grab my ibuprofen, sniff, Make sure there’s lots of snot.