London is a cuntish town unless you’re filthy rich or the rental assisted poor. I see them laughing head back, mouth open​, gulping in the pure air of Primrose Hill​. I see the nightly Mardi Gras ​around a jerk drum at Somerleyton Estate in Brixton. The…

The British don’t expect to be happy. On this small boot-shaped island miserableness is patriotic. The British are proudly miserable. In the depths of winter misery is a crackling fire in the pit of one’s gut. It’s the only way…

“You deserve to be beautiful and you deserve to be told over and over and over again” I’m in talks with an app developer about creating a new app that cuts out the bullshit. It will be called LOOK. Look…

March 2020 I was working in a hospital as Covid-19 took hold of the city. To curb the spread of the virus hospital workers were required to quarantine after work. This meant I couldn’t be within 2 meters of my…