Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. We Need New Names by NoViolet Bulawayo.

Parasite. The Substance. 

Grey’s Anatomy. Severance.

A Cheesus Grilled Cheese Maker that toasts Jesus’s face on every sandwich. I blame Glee for making me buy it (Season 2, Episode 3: Grilled Cheesus). It didn’t even work, and I used my dad’s card, so I ended up wasting R700 with shipping and import charges.

An opinion piece published in The Guardian by Rebecca Shaw titled “I knew one day I’d have to watch powerful men burn the world down – I just didn’t expect them to be such losers.”

WhatsApp.

Kangaroos can’t jump backwards.

If you hand someone a knife directly it will ruin your relationship/friendship with them. You have to put it on the table first and then the other person can pick it up.

The time I was a majorette and performed at our preschool graduation. Even though we were just kids, I felt like a pop star on a world tour, performing to a sold-out crowd. 

Aisle for short flights. Window for long flights. I lean against it to sleep comfortably, I generally get up and walk when the others in my row do and I almost never have to use the bathroom.

David Attenborough. I’d get to narrate the world’s most epic nature documentaries. Plus, I’d get to hang out with penguins and say things like, “and here, the majestic lion stalks its prey”, all while sipping tea in a hammock.

Definitely still a work in progress. I’m always in pursuit of scoops.

I can do a killer Toad impression from Mario.

Robbing all the billionaires, but only to redistribute the money to communities in need, education, healthcare and environmental causes. It’s basically a Robin Hood situation, but without the green tights.

Probably a cultural critic, analysing books, movies and TV through a sociological lens.

Creative, messy, peripatetic.

A knitted “ugly” sweater I borrowed from my dad. It’s not fashionable, but it’s super warm and surprisingly not itchy.

Decide what kind of life you actually want and then say no to everything that isn’t that.

My mother.

I don’t feel guilty about pleasure. I’m not Catholic.