I object to you, 2016
2016, I object to you.
I object to the way you hollowed out democracy
so that the men who shouted the loudest won
and lies were — what?
I was putting my mascara on and singing loudly to the radio when Julia materialised. I say materialised, because I have never seen Julia walk through a door. Rather, whenever I need her, she simply manifests herself, like a cross between Dr Spock and a…