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| Hard relate. |
The pandemic is a game changer to everything previous generations think they understand about school. So, just as with A Level results day, I didn't put anything 'reassuring' on social media. I didn't point out that exam results are no measure of anything in the end. I didn't try to tell any young person that's had to deal with unimaginable daily disruption for two years that there's 'no wrong path'. With hindsight, that may well turn out to be true, but it won't help anyone who feels fed up on the day. So, instead I'll simply applaud anyone who is still in school or recently finished, for having dealt with a once-in-a-life time global situation that anyone my age never had to worry about. You definitely deserve an easier future.
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| An artists impression of the rest of my week. |
Exciting news! For me, at least. I've got the house to myself for a week and I'm going to get shit loads done. That's shit loads as a technical term, natch. My plan is to blitz the first draft of the Work in Progress, try to finish the whole thing (lolz), astound myself with my creative abilities, and still find time for a few film, wine and PJ nights. So far, I'm not on schedule (except for the film and wine part) but I've high hopes. There's still a chance by the end of the week, I'll emerge from a pile of screwed up papers, shoulders aching, clutching a freshly printed tome under my arm. That's the rough plan, anyway.
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| Lesley Manville provides a masterclass in understatement and nuance. |
Culture
The Secret Life of Walter Mitty got seen off in the week. It's an odd film. I'm not sure I'd recommend it, if it wasn't for the marvellous cinematography. Iceland stands in for Greenland, but it's beautiful and makes me want to go to either. Then, for only the second time in my life, I watched Stand By Me which was, as expected, perfect. Then, after watching my personal queen, Nicola Walker, in Marriage, I went back to Stefan Golaszewski's previous work, Mum. I think it's one of my favourite TV shows ever. All on BBC iPlayer, it's three series of writing, acting, and directing perfection, with humour and poignancy in equal measure. Finally, the Cynthia Erivo concert as part of the BBC Proms, was spectacular. Also on iPlayer, it will lift your soul.
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| EVERYTHING* FROM THE GARDEN *Except the hummus, nachos, and cucumber. |
At the risk of sounding like - what's the phrase I mean? - a right prick, there continues to be a steady stream of veg from the garden. This week I made fish pie with homegrown carrots and potatoes and last week's dips and bits tea, included peppers and carrots that'd been dug up only hours before. I apologise for being a wanker.
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Excitingly, I've had an actual social life this weekend. First of all, Friday beers in Liverpool where myself and a mate put the world to rights with increasingly insightful/pissed* conversation. (*Delete as appropriate.) Then on Saturday, it was Manchester Pride. I don't want to be that straight person that attends Pride like it's their day too. I'm an ally but I know my place. Except maybe it's important as allies to be extra vocal in our support now, especially of our trans brothers and sisters. A small group of people that identify as feminists, seem hell bent on making trans people's lives extra difficult. So for that reason, plus the fact my brother and his firm were walking in the parade, this feminist found herself loudly cheering from the sidelines - particularly for any group that was carrying trans flags. The vibe was lovely and it was a great day.
Have a lovely week, folks.
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