Gutted. Bereft. Hungover. Smelling like BO. That’s all that remains of my dream of England winning the Euros. It’s been three days since the events of Sunday 11th July 2021, and I think I am ready to offer my much-needed input. Southgate, if you’re reading, make sure you have a pen and some paper ready, and I’ll tell you how we could’ve won this thing. Just kidding. I’m not gonna offer my tactical analysis, on account of me not being a professional footballer or manager. My l

It’s. Coming. Home. I set myself a target a few months ago to write a new blog every Wednesday, but I don’t know what to write about today because I have euphoria racing through every fibre of my being. I’ve been buzzing my tits off so much that I’ve gone down three cup sizes. Normally there’s at least one repeating neurotic thought going round in my head and writing a blog about it both soothes me and helps me get out some sweet sweet content. But it’s just pure joy at the m

I hate being recommended things. It’s a bad way to live my life, but if someone says you should do this thing, then it makes me instantly not wanna do the thing. And for that reason, I have a confession: I am an anti-vaxxer. Nah, not really. But I do have a weird defensive reaction when I’m recommended something. I remember there was a time when everyone was raving about Rick and Morty. All my friends were saying it was great, and it made me just think, I can’t be arsed with