We’ll seek you out, wherever you are.

We don’t even know what we’re looking for

But we know it’s you and we’ll twist and turn

Anything you do, until it’s cold and ugly

And under trial it’ll wither and rot

Before you’re burned at the stake

Screaming your innocence, loud and clear.

We’ve had quite a few TV presenter scandals in the UK over recent months. And it’s starting to feel like a bit of a witch hunt. I’m almost scared to turn the news or look at Twitter, fearing that another trusted face has been outed as having a slightly unconventional private life.

The thing is, the ones that are trying to wreck the careers of the super successful with these sordid details are just as bad. In fact, we probably all have at least one skeleton in our closet that wouldn’t look god if it were to be plastered all over the newspapers. I only leave the house to go to work and even I have a few things I wouldn’t like my parents to read about.

I think that if we have to hound a man until he ends up in a psychiatric hospital, we need to take a good look at our own behaviour. It just seems to be going around in circles now, and if we don’t watch out it’s going to go down in history as our very own witch trial.

Let’s be nice people.

Much Love

Rachel xx