I quite like Chinese New Year in Lancaster, there’s a parade and lions and I find that it’s infused a sense of Chinese cultural somethingness into my idea of how the year sins out. A bit like setsubun next week or Old Twelfth Night last week. I’m busy this afternoon so I shall miss the … Read More
Today was a mix of things, The Princess, The Proper Girl and The Fashionista went to have a spa day. I absolutely loved the mud rasul treatment, it’s very social and we got to have a good chat. I was of course late, despite having planned not to be. No one was surprised. Ribby Hall … Read More
I was reminded earlier today of a poem, an ex had recorded it for me at one point and I fancied listening to it. So I did. That may have been a mistake. I listened and was, I dunno, spinning out. I was sobbing and I was real in my toes, maybe, I wasn’t here … Read More
It’s a curious thing to begin to feel real after a year of really really not.
It doesn’t matter if it was a Nazi salute, it matters if the kids believe Trump saved TikTok. It’s all smoke and mirrors, what matters are the actions. It matters what’s being hidden and it matters that the rich idiots are being used as a smokescreen. I’m more worried about Ukraine and Israel.
What I liked about Twin Peaks was… to be honest a lot. After Cornish Bloke and The Jellicle pestering me for literal years to watch it and hearing my parents basically dismiss it as just another investigation show I wasn’t sure what to expect. Particularly because I had watched Dune and Eraserhead and they were … Read More
At some point as a teenager at school we saw Polanski’s Macbeth and I thought it was fucking brilliant. I was vaguely aware of Roman Polanski due to Radio Four, I knew he was banned from America and had fled to Europe, obviously my automatic thought was that he was clearly fine and America was … Read More
(Content Warning: Suicide, recent real world suicides my own thoughts on my own mental health, don’t read if you’re not in the right place) Today I heard a man I barely knew but had had some intense online conversations with over the pandemic had killed himself. He was a LARP photographer so he had touched … Read More
It’s easy enough when it’s a dead author to distance yourself from them whilst still enjoying their works. But what do you do when they’re still alive and creating? In J K Rowling’s case it’s been pretty easy not to engage with her continuing content, the Robert Galbraith stuff is just crap and the whole … Read More
Right now I’m doing that thing of having a reaction that I feel guilty about. I believe the healthy thing is admit it, move on. Instead I’m going to write a blog post and if any of my friends read it possibly make them feel like I’m a self righteous little bitch. But then when … Read More
