To the people who were there and to the people who walked the same march around the world, I am proud of you. To the organisers of the marches all over the world, thank you. I'm going to take today to relax at home, and find a place in my room for my obscenely large placard. My fight will resume tomorrow.
Putin may hand us the tools, but it is we who choose to use them. Whether it be through thoughtless articles, poor journalism, or worse, misinformed citizenry, who would rather squabble over party politics and pointless issues than rally to the defence of our democracies, against a man who seeks to create a new world order.
This is when I truly understood intersectionality. It was naively racist of me to be outraged that the election result was down to sexism; it was far more down to racism. So how can I truly be fighting for equality of the sexes, if I do not fight for equality in all other aspects? Bluntly, I cannot.
Here we've had mince pies in the shops with a pre-Christmas sell by date, since September and now we've jumped straight to Black Friday. Except we haven't even copied it properly. This random excuse to increase sales has been going on for weeks in advance, it's been repurposed by some retailers as 'black ticket' sales, whatever that's supposed to mean
I'm far from sorted when it comes to my thoughts about this whole political situation - my brain starts to shut down when I think too much about the coming apocalypse - but one thing is clear to me. We're on the edge of something monumental. And like that rollercoaster into Bank, it may well leave you feeling nauseous...
Peace in Cyprus, has the opportunity to show the world that there is another way. We don't always have to point fingers and seek out a scapegoat. Even where there is little hope, and after 42 years, many Cypriots had lost hope, with determination and drive, anything is possible. I wish the leaders and those involved in the final stages of these peace talks endless luck. If they are successful, it will not only mean a great deal to my family and fellow Cypriots, it will also mean a lot to a world that at times feels like it has lost all hope.
It is still a great country, as a close friend reminded me recently. I can vouch for that. But here's the thing: greatness comes with an admission of mistakes, a campaign to make reparation and the willingness to remember, if only for the purpose of avoiding previous mistakes. Moving forward, politics has to be about keeping America great. That's the spirit!
While we have no say in who becomes President of the United States and we definitely can't do anything to change it, we do have a choice in how we treat others. Neither gender nor race, sexuality or anything else for that matter should determine how we treat one another. Our differences should unite not divide us and to end as I began, with the words of Hillary Clinton, "love trumps hate."
I had to take a deep breath last night when a work colleague of mine - a young, gay man - called me over on my break because he wanted to talk about Donald Trump. "Isn't it exciting?" he said, "Trump is something completely different, I'd probably have voted for him. He isn't a politician, he's something new."
So today, I am feeling a little bit more positive in knowing that even though America may not be run by a man I admire or look up to, or who shares the same values as me - there's still a lot of good in my forever wonderful country, and that will never change. So thanks America, for forever being wonderful no matter what the outcome.
Time was when a newly elected head of state got a "honeymoon period"; a time to ride on the wave of national enthusiasm and renewal. With an electorate sick to the back teeth of the last lot, you got to capitalise on that positivity and get some of the unpleasant stuff done while people still like you. Not this time. In this age, the post-dialup age, your honeymoon period lasts about as long as a Snapchat. If that.