It’s about 2am on Sunday morning and it is my friend’s birthday. 21st February. “How could I have forgotten?” I say to myself. 

Malcolm X was born on my best friend’s birthday, May 19th and was assassinated on the birthday of my next closest friend; 21st February. 

“I should have taken the time to properly write a meaningful blog, but it’s too late now.” 

But actually meaningful, will not be going back through the autobiography I’ve read a dozen times and extracting carefully picked quotes...