Crikey O'Reilly, is it really that time again?  Well, frankly,no, it's that time for the first time ever due to the consecutive nature of time and the fact that its arrow only ever flies forward due to entropic considerations. And, yes, if I appear to sound a little bit physics today it's probably because I've been considering the purpose of existence; yours in particular. 

I mean, what is it exactly that you do?  Why are you here?  Why not write in and tell me; I could do with a laugh. You can address your correspondence to dermot@writeoutloud.net, or use the comment box below or simply strap your message to a pigeon and hope.

I suppose the reason I've gone so deep and philosophical this month is two-fold.  Or perhaps "the reasons... are two-fold" may be more grammatically correct - you decide.  You deciding is very democratic, I've decided, and this brings me to the election fever that's sweeping the nation.  What are your views?  Why not drop us a line and see if you can change things. 

Changing things brings me onto the second of my two-fold reasons.  For many months there has been excited and occasionally hysterical speculation as to what exactly the Large Hadron Collider or LHC might eventually do.  Last month, that speculation ended when it collided some large hadrons, and I tore up my betting slip in disgust.  Never mind what it said on it.  But, did the earth move for you?  Why not rant about playing God in the comment boxes provided, or bore us with technical jargon and nerdy scientific justifications in an email to dermot@writeoutloud.net?  Large Hadron Collider, as phrases go, is just ripe for a dirty limerick, in my opinion.

Christine from the Midlands wrote to say:

Dear Dermot,