The reality is, she's good company. Vonny in real life is nothing like online Vonny. She's certainly not the pale-faced flawless made-up goddess she wants to project—she's entirely normal, she's not flawless, she gurns when she talks, she's awkward, she's self deprecating. And I mean that all in a good way. She's bright, she's funny, she's alright, and it's baffling that's not enough for her. So anyway you see her about socially, meet for group drinks a couple of times, shared interests, you know. Then the dramas begin. Then the tales that make no sense. Then the backtracking and the lies. You joke amongst your other pals about what she's said or done now, but you feel bad about it because that's a really crappy way to be friends with someone. So you distance yourself because it's not fair, delete her from social media, and then the slow realisation dawns that she's mentally ill and maybe you should have said or done something, but you're not really equipped to deal with it. But Scotland is small, and time and time again over the next decade she turns up wearing a new skin, and on every occasion you get less sympathetic and more pissed off with the lies. You anticipate some sort of comeuppance, but it never comes. It's to my shame that I'm even here, but that's how it is, and I'm sure it's a very common social trajectory.