Now I love someone - Holly Throsby
It’s obviously not the first time I’ve been asked to write a column. I’ve always been reticent for a few reasons. They’re a hassle, they make you look arrogant, and if you aren’t famous enough you run the risk of having to write it yourself, which takes time.
But then, last week, I met some girl from The Independent and she pressed all the right buttons so hard it became a no-brainer. As well as buying me a water (carbonated) and holding my wrist gently throughout her interview, she also said something that made my eyes widen and my mouth water (uncarbonated). “We’re revamping the magazine,” was the thrust of it, “it’s going to be on A4.” Well that was me done. I kept my composure and feigned lack of interest to get my fee up, but realistically, I wasn’t turning that down. I love A4. I just love it.
I was in London on Saturday, we’d just had some food before going to see the Bowie exhibition
rather cheerful yeah
I got a hair thing, put it on because my eyes hurt from glaring at writing on the screen and I am bored and sleepy. My room is as you would expect, where has most of the floor gone?? ah look thats the Bowie bag I got, orange! ok let’s finish this fucking work…