I started emailing my Dad who has agreed to act as my accountant/financial adviser (thank GOD) but we’re also terribly good mates so I was all like telling him about all the books I was reading for the $1000 challenge and then I started writing some memoirs.
Kill me now. I’m only 35, but if I do it now, I won’t have to repeat myself when I’m peeing in a high-backed wing-chair. So, posterity. My insomnia knows no bounds so I’ve basically been writing this from 3.30am to 8am. Someone kill me. But also read the salacious things I have to (maybe) say about the Royal Family, my affair with my very much older tutor at university and the time a famous author/tv personality emailed me the transcript of his yet unpublished book. For reals.
Oh, yeah, and other stuff about the 1980s-1990s. I be old, y’all.