“Low-calorie chocolate and pink glitter pens, cute fluffy kittens and self-parking cars. These are a few of my favourite things…”
In the last few days, I've received a bevy of text messages, phone calls and face-times asking my advice about various penis-in-the-vagina scenarios.
I will always identify with the central protagonist when they’ve arrived in a big city, fresh from the provinces with all their cherished dreams and ambitions as yet uncrushed.
In the pages of my favourite Working Girl novels, friendships are forged over coffees in cafeterias, crucial outfits are purchased during hastily snatched lunch breaks, awkward dates are endured in sleazy bars and tiny apartments are lovingly, thrillingly furnished with second hand finds.