So we blinked, and somehow missed 2019. Not a single post.

I thought about saying it was all part of a plan to not waste words on a year of such spectacularly inferior vintage. (Which it was, by the way. Downright shiteful. We even stayed up until 12.02am on New Years Day to make sure it was gone.)

But there was no grand plan for 2019. And that’s ok—because it’s 2020 now.

Australia burns. Boris Brexits. And East Edit blogs once more.

Bring it on.