I am told this is where I am expected to stake my claim, carve out my niche; pick my camp, my cause, my crusade. Or at least make some kind of statement of my raison d’être.
But, here is the thing: I haven’t got one.
If you stick around, you will simply witness the range of contradictions that I am perpetually told personify me. From Matalan to Miu Miu, Kardashians to Coleridge via memories, rants and rumblings, all subjects are possible, probable.
There are just a few things that I know to be true:
- Grease 2 is better than Grease
- Fruit’s inconsistent nature ought never to be trusted
- Swimming with dolphins can hold no appeal
Catharsister 