What's the first thing I do when I wake up in the morning? Wish I hadn't.
I lie a lot - it's really useful.
Denmark is sadly a hellish place if you happen to be a pig, but the brioche and fruits that tower on the table before me have me hastily attaching a feedbag.
I hated the royal wedding.
I avoid people who I actually like. I suppose thatโs a phobia but also a habit.
My childhood is streets upon streets upon streets upon streets. Streets to define you and streets to confine you, with no sign of motorway, freeway or highway.