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…
This subject has come up lately, mostly from people attacking me for my views on it in my livestreams, and one of my friends approached me yesterday, which I’ll get into. Let me try it from an angle that doesn’t come from my perceptive. Where it’s not me hitting on some guy. I got…
I was sat on my sofa last Tuesday with my third oat-milk flat white of the day, vape in one hand, phone in the other, when The Coven group chat exploded. One of the girls had just come back from a date. Proper nice bloke, she said. Held the door, asked about her job, even…
It came up in the livestream the other night and half the comments were the usual soft, Instagram-friendly bollocks. “Just focus on yourself.” “Time heals all wounds.” “Journal and go to therapy.” Lovely. Really helpful when you’re lying in bed at 3 a.m. wondering why you weren’t enough and whether he’s already shagging someone else….