I want some of these people who are suddenly questioning failures of the wider culture to have a public moment like where a hapless faithful, on entering the final throws of the Traitors, asks 'Why am I here!?'
Of course this won't be Streeting. He's conducting some traitor on traitor action here.
Tom Kemp
Wes wants us to ask what the meaning of "is" is.
Long live Dawn Foster.
