Every morning, I go into itunes and click 'refresh'.
My podcast queue is empty. FPlus Live is not there. My heart is sick with grief, and longing. I wander the moors at night, howling like a wounded animal, tearing at my clothes until I stand naked before only God, and I curse him for his coldness. FPlus Live, oh, FPlus Live, where are you? There is an emptyness that beats within my chest, which only organised drunken mockery can fill.