Am home, have eaten, and nowt else to do and it’s only 7.55pm. For the first time this week, my time is my own. Party!*
- 2004: fear that people of the internet find me in real life.
- 2013: fear that real life people find me on the internet.
Still looking for a new holder for my Oyster card. My favourite candidate so far is this one from the BFI featuring Hitchcock and the quote:
Drama is life with the dull bits cut out
I just realised that last post looks as if my reaction to series 2 of Sherlock being shown on BBC1 is to shout out the name of Harry Potter’s owl. Which it is. But for reasons.
- Normal person watching movie: I like that actor
- *Moves on with life*
- Me watching movie: I like that actor
- *looks actor up on Wikipedia*
- *buys biography of actor*
- *acquires all movies with actor*
- *blogs nothing but pictures of actor*
- *cries forever over actor*
Sometimes time folds in on itself. A picture, a word, a passing scent can trigger a visit to the graveyard of the past. This week, for me, those pictures and words are everywhere. Attached to them are so much advice. So much opinion. It makes me feel strange inside and I want to say, ‘You know what, just shhh. You’re not helping. You’re making her ground more unsteady’.
That thought in turn makes me wonder if all these years on a small part of me still doesn’t always know where to put my feet.
One night when I was 19, at maybe three in the morning, he wrote ‘I love you’ on an empty wine bottle and waited for me to notice it. And there it began. Boy kisses girl. I was wild and free and loved to laugh and dance and stay up all night. He was wild and talented and clever and funny. He was charismatic. He was also put together wrong.
Over the next 18 months he would slowly deconstruct me.—
Sarah Pinborough writes following the recent photos of Nigella Lawson and Charles Saatchi. Read it.