Now I know how Marieke Hardy must have felt when she reluctantly pulled up stumps on 'Reasons You Will Hate Me'. It's a feeling that I think is best summed up by the phrase 'too busy'. I could even have thrown a few extra 'o's in there for emphasis. Or I could have gone a different route and thrown in an 'l' and 'o' and made it a more original 'too blousy'... but I think the point (I have one?) would be lost.
I'm not saying this is over, but I'm saying 'Blog... you've served me well, and one day I hope to return, but right now I spend around ten hours a day practically handcuffed to a computer watching seemingly endless footage of strangers at dinner parties and choosing which parts of their conversation might be interesting enough to make it into a condensed twenty four minutes of that five hour dinner party, so I don't really need a creative outlet'. Exhale.
Maybe it's just the Mirtazapine talking...
Is this what we do now? Instead of actually having dinner parties we watch people compete to host the best dinner party? Man, I hate the world.
ReplyDeleteApropos that it's hosted by James Valentine, but. Having a dinner party is the early90iest thing you can do, and he is is the early90iest man in the world. If he was married to Jane Kennedy and the music was provided by Rat Cat, well, it would be all 1992 up in the hizouse.
I will miss your writing.