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My head is so full, it’s as if the thoughts and words themselves are pressing on the inside of my skull. My bones and muscles ache. I can’t sit still. Even though I’m physically and mentally spent, I’m not sleeping very well. And I’ve never…

I’ve never liked my body – never, ever. It’s been with me a long time and I’ve always been hard on it; my attitude’s probably not going to change. At least my critique is consistent. My body’s changed shape constantly over time, reflecting…

Phew! What an election, that was fun. It was so long, I drank that much coffee and slept that little my face felt like I was wearing a tea tree peel-away face mask, which is less pleasant than it sounds. Every election that I've been…

Hello, welcome to my fortnightly column. I'm now a columnist, I can add that to my Twitter bio but I won't as I don't want to clutter it up. I haven't written an article since the 'Why Can't All Lads Be Sound Like Hozier?'…

In her column for The Sun last week Katie Hopkins likened the migrants attempting to cross the Mediterranean from North Africa for the shores of Southern Europe to cockroaches (a favourite tactic of genocidal megalomaniacs) and called for…