THE PAST YEAR was a big one for me. I finally fulfilled my lifelong ambition of interviewing all five Spice Girls (even though I think I might have offended Baby when she asked who my favourite was and, without missing a beat, I replied: “Geri, obviously”).
I also managed not to vomit on my boyfriend’s mum, which was an improvement on the unpleasantness of 2015. But there is still room for improvement — and never let it be said that I’m not a self-improver. For instance, I haven’t eaten more than one McDonald’s in a 24-hour period for almost six days now. In this spirit of personal growth, I present to you my New Year’s resolutions.
→ Stop laughing every time one of my nemeses has a setback, even though it is the most pleasurable sensation in the world, apart from having sex with Drake (I imagine).