Don’t google your ex’s name when you’re drunk

Oh dear. I’m a wreck this morning. Last night I had a brilliant night out. I went out with some new-ish girl friends to a great club. It was a great night. The girls were great, the music was great, everything was great. And I was on fucking fire on the dancefloor. When I rejoined…

The emotional portcullis

I’ve been terribly unhappy for a few days. I was fine one day, then the next I felt really bad. I’m OK when I’m with other people, but on my own, I can’t stop crying. It’s hard to get out of bed. I’ve had two epiphanies and one bit of bad news. Bad News On…

Cuntgate

(I apologise in advance for all the cunts in this story. It’s just hard to tell it without quoting the source directly). After our breakup, and all the confusing messages from Whippersnapper, I was only certain of two things I was worried about him I was still bananas about him I was worried because he’d…