Last night I attended Jay Rayner's (the Observer's food critic) discussion My Dining Hell at the Ilkley Literature Festival. It was a really good night and I can happily attest that he as funny in person as hi is in writing. The talk discussed our perverse obsession with negative reviews and that fucking awful compulsion we all have to take enjoyment from other people's tales of woe. You know, that same mentality that drives you to stare at a car-crash or laugh when people fall over. As a not-so-secret bitch at heart, I'm always guilty of having a chuckle when someone does something embarrassing in public despite the fact I'm actually really fucking clumsy. Humanity has moved to a point where we get bored hearing about people's happiness but can't get enough of their misfortunes. Basically we're all just terrible people.
Thursday, 8 October 2015
Monday, 5 October 2015
I know most of my Doctor Who related posts mainly seem to revolve around my hatred of Steven Moffat for turning a beloved show into a steaming pile of shit. However, I'm about to turn this around. We're only three episodes into this latest series but I can honestly say it's my favourite since Moffat took over. Peter Capaldi's first season was pretty good but I didn't think he got the opportunity to be as great as he could be. There was a major highlight towards the end of the series when the Danny Pink love story (yeah, more like love bore-y ) ended and Missy proved that a female version of a male character is actually the best fucking idea ever. Does anyone know if Helen Mirren is still up for playing the Doctor? I think it's time.
Thursday, 1 October 2015
Recently one of my closest work friends left the business and I was put in charge of his leaving collection. This is mostly down to the fact that I'm fucking awesome at buying people presents. I'd love to be modest here but it's the cold hard truth that I always find the perfect gift for any occasion. It's a blessing and a curse. Once again, when the time came to present him with my offerings it went down incredibly well. Considering that much of our interaction at work came down to quoting Alan Partridge I knew what I had to do. Amongst other random shit, I managed to track down an Alan Partridge blazer badge, Alan's big plate, some Kiss My Face brand soap and a chocolate orange with superficial damage to the box. Turns out there's a lot of great shit out there for any fan of Steve Coogan's most successful character.
Monday, 28 September 2015
Thursday, 24 September 2015
Everywhere I look it seems as though people are getting engaged. Apparently, we live in an age where women of all ages and marital statuses have a fucking Pinterest wedding board. Am I missing something? I don't see the fuss. I'm sure when I was younger I did the whole pretend wedding thing but now I just think it's a little bit unnecessary. A lot of money for one day? My heart-rate has gone up just fucking thinking about it. I must be one of a minority that sees Don't Tell the Bride as the preferable way to organise your big day. No shopping for flowers, venues or the dress: fucking ideal. Hell, I'll wear PJs if need be.
Tuesday, 22 September 2015
Thursday, 17 September 2015
My review of Station Eleven discussed my relationship with YA and the fact that I always come back for more knowing that, more often than not, I'm going to fucking hate it. I've pretty much accepted at this point that I'm an oft disappointed fool who's stubbornness will always be my undoing. It's a character trait that moves beyond the world of shitty books for teenagers/adults that never want to grow up. It's just as easy for me to lie to myself that the work of certain directors or actors that I know have a tendency to be fucking awful will actually turn out to be awesome. The most notable offenders are Woody Allen and the man I'm going to talk about today, John Cusack. Now I've been in love with John Cusack since I first saw Say Anything so I have this ridiculous notion that everything he stars in will be amazing. Unfortunately, this hypothesis is absolute bullshit.