I know too many people who read my blog now to write what I feel the need to. Which is perhaps just as well, it's an inbuilt guard against the contrived and mawkish, the teenage diary outpouring of self indulgent angst.
And yet. Now where's left? Pouring my heart out in a few understated but moany words to women I don't know that well when I meet them in Tesco. Women who are friendly but not exactly friends. I think that must be a Fail.