This could so easily have been a ranty post: This was the week that the twin apostles of anti-feminism, Jones & Moir, appeared fixated on destroying my mojo with their hatred of ‘the normal woman’. Their Eurovision style bid to
mmmmm, sleep…
Time was that sleep was an irritation, a necessary interruption to life’s great adventure. Nights out would begin with a phone call or knock at the door and end sliding off a night bus in time to grab a shower