The temptation to moan in this space sometimes overwhelms me. But what do you care? So lets just sidestep the landmine and move on.
Isn't it cool/annoying how you can really dislike a band someone recommends, but then you keep listening to them because they remind you of that person. Suddenly you love The Shins/The Cure/The Academy Is and you're not sure quite how it happened. Damn them.
Alas it is half term. I'm sincerely trying to remember how much fun I used to have during half term in order to keep myself from resenting the kids/teenagers running riot in Primark. But no moaning, remember? It's only a week, it'll pass quickly enough.
The new series of Skins is surpassing my expectations. The first episode was a bit naff, but the two since (Naomi and Cook) have been pretty decent. I know a lot of people would disagree, but I think I prefer the second generation of Skins characters.
And I finished Northanger Abbey! On Sunday actually.
So I was only thirty pages or so away from the ending and expecting a nice, tidy happily ever after between Catherine and darling Henry when suddenly she's kicked out of the Abbey! I then hastened through the next thirty pages, desperate for my happy ending. I couldn't believe the General kicked her out because she wasn't rich! I knew stupid Thorpe had to be involved too! Grr!
No deep meditation followed me finishing Northanger Abbey. But I did find Henry Tilney to be exactly my kind of knight in shining armour. Subtly handsome, smart, funny and kind. His dialogue had me in giggling fits on the train.
I think sometimes we deceive ourselves into believing that we want big, flowery declarations of love complete with poetry and comparing thee to a summer's day. And don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with a nice declaration occasionally. But for the long-term we all really want a Henry. Dependable, sensible, hard-working and just good.
Yet another addition to my favourite fictional men.