The supereme rulers of seasoning amongst the Western world. Front row in every spice rack, accomplices in every seasoning escapade, their seat at every table well and truly cemented. Iconic, reliable, modest in their position of prestige. The one and only, Salt and Pepper.
After a day spent sizzling in the Grecian sunshine my friends and I are dancing around in our undies, lathered in aftersun, preparing for the night ahead. It was here that I first relayed to them one of my mama's best pearls of wisdom: ‘People are with you for a reasonson or a lifetime. It’s been a favourite ever since.
When my best friends Sofia first told me she was using Tinder I was a little taken aback . For context, if I were to imagine Sofia telling me the story of how she met the love of her life it would probably go something like this: She’s sat in the window seat of a gorgeous old library, sunlight streaming in creating a perfect little halo around her head buried deep in a book. A boy approaches and asks what she’s reading, she flips to show him the front cover and it is, of course, his favourite book. Tinder has no place in this world of romantic fantasy. Fantasy, unfortunately, being the key word there. Is it really so obscene to want to be swept off your feet instead of swiped right on or is spontaneous romance really something condemned to exist only in the whimsical figments of our imagination?