Continue their public nervous breakdown, as we watch between the slits of our fingers, wincing. And trying not to laugh too loud.

DEAR England, I’m worried about you, writes Suzanne Harrington.

My favourite German word is not ‘kraftfahrzeughaftpflichtversicherung’,

WHAT are you dressing up as for Halloween? Our extended household is using it as an opportunity for catharsis, a high colonic for the head, for flushing out all the hideousness that’s been flowing in front of our weary eyes so far this year (not that this year is near over, but we’ve had ten months of crap), writes Suzanne Harrington.

Modern life poses many perplexing questions. Like where is the start of the Sellotape, and why beige shoes are called nude while not all nude people are beige, writes Suzanne Harrington

SAY hello to addiction, the gift that keeps on giving. Like an eternal game of Whack-A-Mole, you subdue one and another pops up.

Why would any woman support a power structure built on misogyny and led by a man whose contempt for women is part of his appeal to men? asks Suzanne Harrington

Here is how some washing-up resulted in the sale of a horse. Read this, then watch Black Mirror’s Nosedive on YouTube. The similarities are uncanny, writes Suzanne Harrington. 

Is it all going to end in an Instagrammed, available-on-Etsy handcart, asks Suzanne Harrington.