I look exactly like Theresa May and there's nothing I can do about it. It's become a living heck. My hair will not do anything other than that stupid fluffy shape (people used to call me Gail Tilsley because of my hair. I didn't appreciate how lucky I was at the time) and my face just sits there, looking like hers. Glasses on or glasses off. Smiling or resting hangdog face.
The filthy looks I'm getting are unreal. It matters not that the PM is unlikely to be driving around east Hull in a 54-plate Ford Focus, or skulking around Bilton Asda in black leggings and a Superdry hoodie. Especially with everything that's going on with Europe right now.
Even when knuckleheads are not growling at me or jabbing their meaty fingers at me and calling me names, I get horrible glares from everyone.
I don't know why I'm telling you, tbh, other than to say thanks a bunch, Theresa May, for ruining both my face and my life.