» Mika’s dark secret
Katie is not a fan of life in cartoon motion, and stumbles across Mika’s dark secret
I am not a fan of Mika. I hope he takes this personally. He should. Because the reason I don’t like him is not that his sell-out sugar drenched pop makes me want to reach for a bottle of gin, a packet of painkillers and a sharp razor. It is because he is a twat.
Anytime I have met Mika he’s been a moron. (Never was alliteration so satisfactory). Reserving his multicoloured charisma for the likes of music videos and daytime TV he manages the feat of consistently behaving like a spoilt diva and a nobody at the same time.
This off-message muppetry comes across in various forms, but most significantly so in his miserable antisocialness.
The first time I meet Mika it was at a hugely public event – 200 plus people had been invited, Read the rest of this article »



I am lying on my bedroom floor, eating ham, watching Hollyoaks and texting the boy I met on the tube, when my flatmate walks in. He takes in the mess – imagine a room that looks like a wardrobe and a Rizla factory have imploded on it. He clocks the Burberry check shirt I am wearing and, poking the half eaten packet of ham with his foot, informs me: “Your life has reached a new low.“



