I conceded that this week belonged to one woman, on waking up Monday morning to be greeted by every news channel leading with concurrent Taylor Swift stories. I found myself unknowingly adjudicating their sincerity on the subject. Kay Burley was the only believable Swiftie. Lorraine laid it on a bit thick. Yes, this was definitely going to be one of those weeks, when pop culture temporarily swallows the grim news agenda, offering a flighty young reprieve.
By Tuesday, the Daily Mail was running commentary from the auntie of one of Swift’s brief ex-boyfriends, Matty Healy. The one who looks like Harry Styles if he’d never taken a bath. Not the pin-up new American footballer one. Debbie, a perfectly lovely, bluff Northern woman was suddenly, inexplicably quote-worthy. It was impossible not to get caught up in the froth and madness of it all.
