So, I couldn't help but wonder...am I really trying to kid myself that I'm the south coast's answer to Carrie Bradshaw?
Consider the evidence:
* am sat in a bar, frowning at my lap top
* smoking cigarette between pursed lips
* writing self-obsessed drivel...
* ...about my latest self-inflicted relationship crisis.
Actually, you're in luck, I have banished the self-obsessed drivel to the recycle bin, as it really wasn't fit for human consumption.
No, I've decided that my musings are far more akin to the work of this gentleman.
(Incidentally, whilst searching for pictures of Ms Bradshaw on Google, I came across this fella, who happily enough, happens to be her namesake):














