All we ask is you lift your wild spirit and listen to your inner poet. If you can’t write it down then live it, and drink it down. It’s how we’ve got to where we are today.
They say it was the cold sea air that broke his daze. When the drink dropped and smashed in all of its averageness. “I can do better”, he realised. It was the moment he saw a different view washing in above the waves. No longer was he adrift or asleep. For the first time in too long, he was moving free and thinking clearly. His spirit was awake and it was wild once again.

“Not a feeling like it”, he thought. “It’s just me and my poetic license from here on in”. It was the end of the tired familiar and the beginning of something wholly weird and wholly wonderful. It was his dawn of breaking the rules and creating better. Here’s to the wild spirits.