Reviews are a thorny beast. Picture your last performance review at work. Now imagine that your performance review isn’t being carried out by your line manager, but a total stranger.

Recently, I read Mr Burns, an Anna Washburn play about a post-apocalyptic world where the survivors are attempting to re-start the entertainment industry by performing half- remembered episodes of The Simpsons to paying audiences.

You know those smug, awful people who confess to actually enjoying the lockdown? I was one of those people, until recently.

Kinsale is 75% Pokey Browser.

Like you, I’ve been reading about the American protests by black Americans in response to the police brutality that has ended the lives of so many.

The evidence is everywhere.