People always said I'd find love where I least expected it. I always said they were idiots. I had no idea how to commit to another human being. I could barely commit to reading a magazine, and I wrote for magazines for a living. But my life in LA was happy; free of care and consequence. That was, until I came down to earth - with a bump. So this is the story of how I staggered from partying in Hollywood to bringing up a baby in Dalston; how I never did find a copy of What To Expect When You Weren't Even Fucking Expecting To Be Expecting, and why paternity testing is not a good topic for a first-date conversation
