Otherwise I have to face the most awful truth, that some human beings have everything all at once. You’ve heard of doom scrolling (looking at traumatic content obsessively) but what about the compulsion to scroll through content hating it, but…

Heaven forbid, don’t be new to London and miss that huge sign that says the left lane on the escalator is for people in a hurry.  London is a cuntish town, unless you’re filthy rich or living in social housing. I see…

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…

“We want you looking your best without the rest“ I’m creating a new app that cuts the bullshit. It will be called LOOK. Look how good looking I am. Look at me being in all the right places at all…