OK, that’s it. I can’t take it anymore.
If I hear the word "Grenfell" once more, I will take a fridge and detonate it in my own mouth just to make the voices go away.
If you were in a coma yesterday, you may have missed the endless coverage of the first anniversary of the Grenfell Tower fire.
As I stood next to the smouldering remains of the Tower block the morning after the fire, neighbours told me at least two hundred people must have died.
Our government could only admit to 72 because it was a bit awkward for them to fess up to the fact we don’t have a clue who the hell is in our country...