Abbie Chatfield

It is fun meeting new people as well.

But it's not fun when you then follow my friends around, touch my friend's tit, fucking weird as shit, and then talk to me about content and distract.

Like I was trying to have a chat with Carmen and,

Because Carmen was like, what the fuck, let's try and like change the conversation to not be about content and to also be, you know, about something funny or silly, like anything that isn't about my work.

And this girl kept like interrupting my conversation with my friend to tell me what she thought that I should post on social media.

Okay.

Just no reading of the room happening.

No reading of the room, completely inappropriate.

And I just would like to request for no one to ever do that again.

And let me fucking tell you, I am so polite and kind, and I have a lot of fucking space and energy for this because also, again, I don't want to sound like I'm a fucking wanker, but

And this sounds so wanky and people won't believe me and people that hate me will say she thinks she's so – no.

There hasn't been a day that I have left the house in four years that someone hasn't asked for a photo, joined me on my walk.

Sometimes people join me on my walk.

Asked for a photo, said hi to me, wanted me to do a video for their friend, came and sat down next to me, all these things, right?

Again, different scales of interactions.

But there hasn't been a day where something hasn't happened in that long.

In four years.

In four years.

And if it's one time, like I had two.

I walked this morning with Walter at 7.30.