Is this some kind of Shoreditch-haircut-post-ironic “statement” or something? Like, something about having a trust fund so massive you can afford to hold silly pinko commie beliefs because you’ve got a massive fur coat to keep you warm during those long winter marches on Berlin? And if so, what are the implications for this blog post? Is it some kind of meta-Shoreditch-haircut-post-ironic statement? Like, I’m writing about the statement maaaaan. Like, this is my statement on the statement. How deep is that?
Katie still ill. I’m hungover. Hopefully the world will right itself in due course.