FEATURED POST

Working on a tabloid, I was once accused of knowing nothing. To be fair, that was about right. I routinely wrote on subjects I knew little about, relying on hope, shouty lolz and Google to get me through.

And now I’m a freelance writer, not much has changed. I’m still busking it - only these days I also worry I’ve got nothing to say. The temptation on both fronts is to panic. Sack off the words dream to work in Starbucks.

But then it hit me: what if I could turn all that nothing into something? What if I could coast unashamedly on my ignorance and lazily rejoice in waffling about jack shit? The result, ladies and gents, is this blog. 

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You will learn almost nothing, but as the pity tears course gently down your cheek, you will hopefully realise you’re *way* smarter than you thought in the first place.

My name is Bella Battle. And I know Diddly Squat.