Here comes the recommended hiatus
Please excuse me for a few days; I am currently busy obsessing. I am having an L word marathon. The complete first season, brought to me by J; he is catering endlessly and mercifully to my vicarious-living-as-a-way-to-recovery method. I don’t know if the method really leads to recovery as such, but in the meantime the tears I shed are over the fictional lives of fictional people. Who happen to be sexy, although somehow airbrushed, and make a nice change to the bridge trolls I saw on Saturday night when I was out with Jacqui causing a ruckus in ladies’ bars. Pah, not really; we were incredibly well behaved. But I digress: bridge trolls were my point. That’s what I saw. It made me sad. Beer-swilling graceless creatures with bad haircuts and white trainers. Or hipsters in cliques. I’m off to watch episode 7 now. I don’t think I’ll write a review, I just like to leer. Thank you for listening.