Mams.
A personal favourite pastime of mine is randomly texting things to my Mam for no good reason whatsoever.
She’s usually a good sport about things and has been known to point out my shortcomings in terms of original and successful means of divilment. Fair.
This morning, I decided to text her some lyrics from Beyoncé’s latest song, ‘Hold Up’. In an interesting turn of events, I was well and truly owned.
