Get your balls, pucks, Scrabble boards and packs of cards away from me – all I want is space to be together, ideally with a coffee or a glass of wine, says writer Emily Watkins
The hill I will die on: Emily Watkins shouldn’t be allowed to write. Not even a fucking post it note, let alone for a self-proclaimed news portal.
Tens, hundreds of thousands of people would have their lives immediately improved if she never held a pen, or graced a keyboard with her presence ever again.
The hill I will die on: Emily Watkins shouldn’t be allowed to write. Not even a fucking post it note, let alone for a self-proclaimed news portal.
Tens, hundreds of thousands of people would have their lives immediately improved if she never held a pen, or graced a keyboard with her presence ever again.