My first Independent piece was about Meghan Markle, Prince Harry, Jo-Jo-the-Dog-faced-Boy, and me getting declared a “royal expert” by some of the world’s least accurate media. Accurate or otherwise, media coverage has a lot to do with how I can afford to live here. It’s the ultimate result of what my high school guidance counselor called “a truly impressive lack of planning.”
That was after she’d asked me, “So what is it you want to do?”
At seventeen, what I wanted to do was to have sex with Krissy Caperson, but mentioning that was probably a mistake. I may be the only high school student ever to flunk Guidance.