I’ll repeat, instant coffee taste like mushrooms. Fact. That’s why, as I write this, there is a cup of zombie coffee by my side. Anyway, these are, as ever, coffee-fuelled ramblings.
And so, this week, I went out for more real coffee with a friend. I discovered many things:
- It’s OK that I can’t get through five pages of Saturday or Enduring Love. It isn’t just me.
- Apparently, I can’t go five minutes without talking about THE WEDDING. And that’s OK. But somehow less universal an issue than the density of Ian McEwan’s prose.
I’m going to be bold. This post is not about THE WEDDING. It’s not about the bike, either. Or the shoes. It’s about OTHER THINGS.
I’ve been writing a lot. My last piece was rejected. I’ve been trying to find words for this. It sucks. That’s two words. Empty gaping hole. There’s three more. In all seriousness, this last knock sent me into a darkened room. Really. That’s where Sarge found me when he got home from work. I tried to switch the light on, though. And then I threw up.
And so, if I’m not talking about THE WEDDING, I’m talking about THE BIG FAT ‘NO’. Or not talking about it. I have since left the darkened room. To watch Judge Judy. Or The Sopranos. Or this video. Over and over.
Getting back to The Sopranos, Sarge and I are working through the box-set. Two episodes left. When the show was first on, I refused to watch the end. I like to think the characters from my favourite shows live on in some funky parallel universe. Which is kinda apt. Because they’re ACTORS.
I’m planning a post that lists my favourite episodes of The Sopranos. I’ll give you a hint. Christopher is my favourite character. So THAT ONE won’t be on the list. I guess I’ve always had a thing for guys with big noses.
Which reminds me of THE WEDDING. But that’s another post.
And that was six minutes. Which is more than five.