I have already had a handful of emails about the last article and it has only been up a couple of hours. Some of them are pure abuse. Apparently testing the friend is unforgivable, and the correct target is the man. Fine. We can play it that way too. The goal stays the same: information…
I booked the Magaluf trip on a whim after a week of late nights chasing a story that went nowhere. Cheap package, last minute, apartment with a balcony that looked over a car park and a strip of bars that never really slept. Two weeks of sun, cheap beer and no emails felt like…
So. I was on a date tonight. It started innocent enough. Out with Lisa yesterday in the pub in Hackney, the usual one, Yuki Bar, and there he was. Proper Greek god. Muscles that looked like they had their own postcode, nice face, easy smile when we got chatting. I said yes to a proper…
Your friends and best friends are not loyal to you. I am totally the worst for this. I will hunt down a mate’s ex the moment they split just to see if he is as good in bed as she was boasting while we were both single for five years. True story. And I…
That’s the setup now. Sofa in the Hackney flat, oversized grey hoodie that has seen better days, bare feet tucked under me on the rug, cherry vape going like a chimney. Oat-milk flat white on the coffee table, already half cold because I keep forgetting it exists. Blue nails tapping the page while the telly…