I was sat on the floor of my Hackney flat last Tuesday night, legs crossed, blue nails picking at a loose thread on my hoodie, when the thought properly landed. Not in some big dramatic way. Just quietly, while I was scrolling The Coven group chat and vaping cherry flavour like it was going…
You people are still going on at me about me having a fling with my friend’s ex. Lol. I’m pulling the big guns out. I’m going deeper. You guys, perfectly fine with me wearing a wedding ring on stream, but this, this is what you get hung up on. This is the last time…
Disclaimer… So I’m going to discuss a person I know in comedic playful way. I’m not going into details so don’t comment asking who he is. For reasons that are totally selfish on my behalf, he will be completely anon. I will not even go into specifics. No descriptions of anything. You won’t find any…
I am getting clapback… AGAIN!. The articles about testing friends and exes, about deliberately opening the door and letting them walk through it, have upset the usual crowd. Within hours the emails arrive and the comments start. Apparently I am toxic. Apparently I am encouraging betrayal. Apparently the whole idea is sick. You are…
I was on the sofa last Tuesday with a lukewarm takeaway on my lap and the telly on mute when the first one popped up. A girl I used to work with, standing on a beach in matching white linen with her bloke, the sun setting behind them like it had been booked in advance….