Letters

Oh dear, we were a mess last night weren’t we? Shots on a Monday, asking the guy at McDonald’s if we could walk through the drive-through on all fours to …

I can’t have kids. I mean physically I can, but mentally, CHRIST NO, why on earth would anyone want to put themselves through that?

Hi, it’s your favourite self-defeatist lezzie nut job here… I need help again.

Dear young fresh faced Jenna, here’s a bit of friendly advice from the older you who has very much got her shit together…

My friend has decided that I need to hurry the fuck up and look for you, but I’m far too busy and important for that…

I’ve been seperated from my ex-fiance for three months now and it’s finally time to put my big girl pants on…