Eliza Clark

I can just cry a bit, talk like I’m daft, tease my hair up like a televangelist: the higher the hair, the closer to God, you know?

I burst into tears. It’s easy for me to cry when I’m tired, when I’m poorly, when my eyes are already streaming.

Flo once said she thought boys’ bums look like they’ve been shrunk in the wash, and I haven’t been able to un-see that since.