I googled myself last night.
Not since the culotte, has there been such a controversial statement. The meek-ish me winces at what-i-did-wrong. Nevertheless, it happened. Over it.
But in a narcissistic twist of fate, I discovered The Kingspiracy.
A smorgasbord of Kinfolk curated s**t – the editors words not mine – shared in mini chequer-board insta captures, all “different, but very similar” ‘grams. Including mine.
I kinda like it. Ego-googling finally gets the thumbs up, ten minutes in and I’ve still not clicked off.
Not bad The Kingspiracy, not bad at all.