The most important, satisfying and infuriating task during my recent 30 day challenge was playing hide and seek with the news.
I was the one hiding. ‘It’ was counting down – ready to find me at the earliest possible opportunity, and using any method at its disposal. Like the Terminator – programmed to search and destroy. And I was Sarah Connor – minus the dodgy perm and even dodgier 80’s style shoulder pads.
No wait. Scrap that. I was John Connor – because the sequel is obviously the better movie (don’t argue).
As you’ll see later – I caught glimpses. I flirted with being caught. Life on the run is tiring and there were definitely occasions when it would have easier to surrender my willpower to the headline-baiters, the emotional manipulators and the Daily fucking Mail.
But I managed it, just.
30 days later and I can look back on the whole experience with a sense of pride and the strange feeling of having accomplished something so ridiculously simple in theory, it’s a wonder why it was even an issue to begin with.
Well done me – I didn’t click things.Continue Reading