You might remember I’ve previously written about how I like wild swimming, because I’m a Guardian-reading middle-aged woman, so of course I do, and it’s not wild, is it; it’s just outdoors and I can fuck off back into the sea, can’t I, wittering on in my DryRobe. Read More…

In my last blog, I mentioned that my solo viewing pursuits included Sabrina (the one with Kiernan Shipka), Anne with an E (the one without Megan Follows) and Bridgerton (the one with the humping). Some might say these are somewhat clichéd choices, that my viewing has become a tad tame and predictable. Read More…