About

The title of this blog is a joke on my height and my unfortunate view on reality that means I’ve had to get a blog to spare my dwindling group of friends anymore.

The first time I can remember being called a cynic was at the dinner table in my school canteen by a dinner lady when I was ten years old. I remember it distinctly that I had said a comment about how Jamie Oliver had taken away the only element of control that a ten-year-old had over their own lives at school by getting turkey twizzlers banned. I was obviously talking complete shit, just annoyed about having to eat salad rather than what I now understand to be a coronary waiting to happen.

Now over nine years later, this blog is an outlet for me and what could be an educational insight for you, reader, into a less rose-tinted world that looks a lot bigger when you’re just taller than Daniel Radcliffe.