I feel unlovable. I feel tainted, like all I am good for is flipping peoples lives before disappearing into the night.
The other night, for really bizarre reasons, I found myself in a car at 3:30 in the morning. I was a passenger, my mum driving us down the motorway. We put Babylon by David Gray on, and off we went. There is something so hypnotic about driving in the dead of night, few cars on […]
Whichever way you look at it. Whether you think I was costing the company money, or whether I was putting my colleagues through overtime or whether you think I should have just sucked it up and got on with it, the way I was treated was categorically wrong.