Warning – the following article contains material and topics which some may find ‘triggering’. If you are offended by skinny jeans, quiffs, or hyperactivity, I suggest you don’t read any further.

I’ve been considering this subject for a while now, and I want to make one thing clear from the outset. This post isn’t aimed at anyone in particular. It isn’t meant to be a rant or to make anyone feel bad. I’m a lover, not a fighter. I’m merely making a case. A confession. An appeal even…

You see, I’m a ‘fan girl’. Always have been, always will be. I have a slightly obsessive personality, and once my passion for a person or a thing has been ignited, I tend to carry that torch forever. The flame of my ardour may diminish a little over time, but it will never be fully extinguished. Generally that’s a good thing. It’s…