After a year of speculation and hype, Doja Cat’s devilish magnum opus Scarlet is here. I clasp it in my hand as I type this for you now. The warmth from its journey up all nine levels of Hell scorches my fingers with the marks of trickery and horrifying tales.
Working in a bookstore, there usually isn’t a lot of drama that you wouldn’t normally find in a retail environment. The online book community are a completely different story but the job is customer service – there’s not a lot of gossip.
Instagram accounts I follow reported their utter hatred for their five desktop Ticketek waiting screens, that seem to show no signs of refreshing. Two girls in the changeroom beside me discussed the dilemma of having to sell one of their tickets.