Mapping out our exit with mint tea and purple ink

You know what’s starting to bug me most about this whole Brexit thing? It’s being lectured on social media about what life was like in the 1970s, by people who clearly weren’t there. Being told how good we all had it, how the ‘old folk’ are selfishly depriving young people of their futures. That all…

Girl jobs, boy jobs and Doctor Who

‘I want a bin fairy too’, said my friend, in her best mock snivel, in between slurps. Wine or tea, I can’t recall now which stage of the evening we were at. But there was definitely chocolate, I do remember that. Considering we’re all supposed to be ‘gender-fluid’ now (yeah right), it shouldn’t be an…