Trina, I can’t be arsed with it anymore. I love Wendy. I don’t need to think about it, and everything I say to her is true. It’s so liberating to never ever not say a syllable to someone that you don’t mean. Everything I say to her is honest, all the time. I love her and I want to be at the very least, helpful to her. I am absolutely fucking over my fucking head in love with her.

Shitting ell, thanks kono!

and i think you need a copy of Romeo Void’s first single with Never Say Never on it, have Wendy over, get her properly lubricated (nudge wink) and then gaze longingly at the wall while the words “i might like you better if we slept together/ but there’s something in your eyes that say/ never/ never say never…” probably won’t work but hell it’s worth a shot and it’ll provide a little fun for story right? what can it hurt? glad to have ya back top geezer!!

My daughter isn’t in the picture – she was a couple of feet behind the camera. It was taken by her friend, who stuck her arm up as high as she could get.

It looks hyperreal to me – I got her to send it me from her friend’s twitter, but it almost looks staged. It isn’t, but there’s something a bit cinematic about it.

Is that your daughter in the scrum? Whoever she is, she is badly outnumbered.