Cats! I discovered a shirt somewhat similar to this in a
thrift store a few weeks prior to starting uni. I imagined I’d sport it
proudly, and everyone would bask in the wonder that was that girl with the
spiffy 90s-bargain-t-shirt-with-the-sleeves-cut-off. Disappointingly, no-one
really cared, but at least I didn't distract anyone from discussion of paywalls.
With journalism costing several clams, and consumers reluctant to hand them over
in return, my writing's going to have to be impeccably professional,
entertaining and individual if I’m going to eat in the future. Luckily, I’m in
the write place (pun intended).