I was buying train tickets online today so that I could zoom up to spend Christmas in the Lake District and the number of times I had to click submit would have made a gimp blush. The word is sinisterly ubiquitous. Last night I was at a party chatting to the editor of a poetry magazine who kept talking about poets' submissions, the submission process or how some poets submit too late. I couldn't help but imagine a hall full of versifiers all naked and rolling around on their backs like defeated dogs.
The submissions process