Cherise Huntingford

That’s me, self-confessed alliteration addict, born ‘n raised in the ‘hood of South Africa. Got a psych degree, but instead spent the better part of three years educating blank-faced teenagers on the implied homosexuality in Shakespeare’s Merchant of Venice and the blasphemy of mediocrity. I then ditched my hometown, spent an eight-month stint in a French village that stirred impulses to burst into song about hills being alive (with the sound of music) and wound up in London, the pit of glorious iniquity.

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