Up early or lie-in? I’m either up early because Céline Dion, my three-year-old English bull terrier, needs a poo when I hit that perfect sleep point. Or my husband and I are awake because we’ve been out all night clubbing.
Saturday night? We’ll spend it somewhere very queer, very trans, very slay, like Dalston Superstore in east London. We got married last year and had our big wedding party at The Glory.
