#4 The Offcuts
Roll up, roll up here's your weekly round up
Why is it so cold? I’ve been dressing for the Spring I want not the one we have. Was I too hasty to lock the puffer jacket away so soon? Good job I’ve got ANOTHER holiday planned for next week. (Laughs in smug). I like to be honest with you. Today’s Offcuts was definitely not scheduled or planned well in advance. I do tend to time things to the wire. I’m usually late to plans and meetings because of it. But I remain steadfast to my cause. So fear not, your wish is my command and here is your weekly round-up.
I finished Never Let Me Go, my first Kazuo Ishiguro novel, last week. Wow. A tragic story unfolding slowly with hope and innocence. It was different to other fiction I’ve read in the last while and I think the first-person narrative stood out to me from the get-go. There was also a bit of second-person narrative too which is very rare. For me, the nosey reader, to be addressed and acknowledged as “you” made me feel all exposed.
And Just Like That trailer for season two is out! Should be back on our screens in June time. Didn’t love it but didn’t hate it either. My intense love for the OG Sex and The City means I’ll follow them anywhere. Plus we see the return of Aidan Shaw and I can’t WAIT.
I listened to a Woman’s Hour interview with DJ Katie Owen. She’d just been DJing on the open-top bus during the parade through Wrexham to celebrate both the Wrexham men’s and women’s football teams getting recently promoted. Obviously, the purchase of the Wrexham Men’s team by Ryan Reynolds and Rob McElhenney a couple of years ago has drawn a lot of attention and so the parade garnered a lot of attention. This interview with Katie was one of the most genuine and authentic interviews I’d heard in a long time. She talks about meeting Ryan Reynolds and what she was thinking when he puts his arm around her. Give it a listen (interview starts at 46.12).
Electric scooters. They are such an ICK! I hate them. No one looks good riding them. They’re impractical. They also make me sound like a fucking angry old pensioner when I complain about them, which is entirely their fault too. I especially hate when I walk past a... Flock? Flurry? Gaggle? And they’re all lying on the floor in a big pile. Like a big game of urban cow tipping.
Love laugh love. I’m obsessed with the power of these three words and their hold on society. To make a man shudder and unite the gals. I found out last week it actually comes from a poem called Success by Bessie Anderson Stanley. Surely this isn’t common knowledge? We’re actively destroying one of the great literary masterpieces of our time. Poor old Bessie never stood a chance.
