Bear with me. I know this is a bit weird, but I wanted to write to you now, before I've ever met you, as there are a few things I want you to know. Yes, you; the woman who will one day be the person who helps me realise that I will be able to... Continue Reading →
New Year, Same Me
I hate Marmite. I hate gherkins. I hate most adverts. I hate stubbing my toe on the same piece of furniture that hasn't been moved in seven years so I should fucking know where it fucking is by fucking now, shouldn't I. I do not hate New Years. Nor do I love it. It is... Continue Reading →