Michaela Stirling if you can hear me, PLEASE tell me you jumped ship with Lady Danbury to Sierra Leone. Please. Please. Please. The comedic potential of this duo is astronomical. Imagine Michaela on a rake rampage™ trying to drown the guilt and longing by getting flipped around like a pancake by every queer woman in Freetown meanwhile Lady D watches her stumble back after her fourth night out that week (it’s not even friday) and she’s genuinely asking herself what the hell is wrong with that child. Then flash forward two years later they return to London together and one single interaction between Michaela and Francesca makes Lady D goes 💡
















