Truth is, a year ago when I started pouring out this stuff that’s been polluting my head for so long, I wasn’t speaking to anyone. The world beyond my publish button was nameless and faceless other than some edited, anonymous-ish avatars and alter egos mostly containing the word Mummy in some form or other. I didn’t know anyone, I didn’t think I ever would know anyone from this so I could go about my depressive ways, spout some shit that had been clogging up the main frame and continue and no one would be any the wiser. I was like a Banksy of blogging, yo. Only totally unknown. Uber skint. And I’m fairly certain that the smell of spray paint makes me vomitous. Look, that worked in my head, OK?