In a bookshop in Beijing, I discover you can’t judge a book by its cover, Ireland for dummies, why frolicking is forbidden, and that in English, some sentences are spoken only by women.
Is there a connection between light entertainment on TV, and Brexit? Am I going to make one whether there is or not?
Just like we began, I would like to end 2017 on a low note. And may I wish you all the happiest of New Years (you’re going to need it, when you find out what I have in store for you…)
Sometimes a little bit of space can give you more perspective than a Renaissance painting. This is a pretty way of saying that I’ve been travelling, I’ve been thinking a lot, and the implications of that may cause more harm than good. For starters, I’m being prolific. And I think we can agree that nothing good can come of me having lots to say.
We all have something in common. We were once terrible writers. Perhaps you’re a terrible writer now. Perhaps you’ve never even tried. Perhaps you were a terrible writer last week, but have been something approaching genius since last Thursday. Most of us never find out. We should, though, because there’s a lot of value in bad writing.
Ten years ago, we had woefully little to get truly offended about. There was little pleasure to be had in face-to-face confrontation, given its general ickiness and constant threat of physical violence. But now we have LOADS to get offended about, every day of the week! Whoever says that things aren’t better nowadays obviously just doesn’t have enough friends online.