It’s a Thursday night, I’m two glasses of wine down and my boyfriend and I are engaging in our favourite activity — ranking and rating our friends. This is not some relaxed game for pleasure, it’s serious business, like a tax return but with far more judgment, and until now we’ve kept it under wraps.
Because I’m aware how it makes us look: insane, maniacal, unhinged. The kind of people who keep their baby teeth in an ornate box, or organise their bookshelves by colour. While I’m not denying I deserve to sit in that category I am willing to bet I will convert some of you to create your own model by the end of this piece.
