I seemingly can’t help myself when it comes to Love Island – I haven’t missed an episode yet and no matter how many tasks I line up, books I surround myself with or browser tabs I open, I inevitably end up staring at the screen whilst the horny pups utter blanditys (not a word, made it up) at one another. Hatred is an easy emotion to acquire (especially when watching ITV2), and that automatically equals engagement. I just wrote and deleted a paragraph outlining one of the ‘stories’ currently underway between some contestants on this show, but whilst the show might be compelling garbage at best, I doubt it is actually possible to write anything half-interesting about it. It’s certainly beyond my talents at the moment.

Today was a bad day for fans of nuclear annihilation, as the Trump/Jong-Un summit appeared to go off without a hitch. Both men signed something, shook hands whilst staring at each other with inane smiles and spoke about how momentous this all was. I doubt I’ll be the first person to write this, but I struggle to be happy and excited for these developments for two main reasons:

1) both leaders have seemingly turned on a diplomatic dime apropos of nothing – from escalating hostilities with one another to untold levels, to suddenly wanting to hug and be friends. Who’s to say that the actions of today won’t immediately be reversed when Trump takes to Twitter to say something like: “Kim Jong-Un – the sweatiest palms I’ve ever shook. Fact. Trembling like a LEAF when he met me. Think he was a bit starstruck. Can’t blame him. Sad!”

2) Regardless of how good a genuine calming of hostilities between the US and North Korea might be, to have that egomaniac at the centre of it, taking the credit for something he didn’t instigate or help, just pisses me off.

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I’m falling behind on this daily post malarkey a little and it’s probably a lot down to having little to write about that doesn’t somehow revolve slagging off or ranting about fellow residents of Jersey. I’m thinking through what I might do instead: perhaps narrow things down to two themed posts a week on specific days to give myself structure but time to come up with something that might actually be of some value. This has definitely felt good for getting into some sort of routine and rhythm, but when it becomes a thing that I feel a certain anxiety over not doing, then perhaps it’s tipping the balance a bit. We’ll see. In the meantime these posts might occasionally be a lot shorter than they’ve been so far, so I STAY CALM about the chain not being broken, but not drive myself mad trying to conjure up shit about Love Island.