I was messaged by a “journalist” asking a about my daughters story for their vile rag. No exclusive quotes from me, fuckers but I’ll publicly post it here. It’s not exciting or seedy. There was a fantastic restaurant called Smoke (lots of still mooing steaks) they had mixed toilets. Essentially enclosed cubicles but each labelled with icon of a male bodied person or a female bodied person. Each had a wee sink in the cubicle so it was only a shared corridor