More Stray Observations
I went to work. I processed six betting slips and watched most of FC United's defeat to Chesterfield in the first round of the FA Cup. That isn't really the basis of a blog, so here are some stray observations.
The ninth and final series of Peep Show starts on Wednesday. Peep Show is as far as I'm concerned, one of the best sitcoms we've ever produced. In particular, its themes of existentialism and anxiety strike a chord with people like me. The past couple of seasons haven't quite lived up to its early heyday but it's always a pleasure to spend time with Mark Corrigan* and Jeremy Usborne, two flatmates who can't live with oneother but ultimately can't live without oneanother either. I hope this last set of episodes sees the show go out on a high.
Meanwhile, I've been inexplicably watching the newest episodes of The Simpsons. Still terrible, still shiny and soulless, more often than not it now damages the viewer's memories by referencing back to older, vastly more superior episodes. It's a show that now expects us to accept Homer throwing bleach in his son's eyes as a matter of course. Doubtless it will roll on, destined to outlive us all.
Today I made my first contactless payment. It's like living in the future. By the future, I of course mean 2007.
*There was a period during my time at university where I would think in David Mitchell's voice, such was my ability to relate to the neurotic Mark Corrigan.
The ninth and final series of Peep Show starts on Wednesday. Peep Show is as far as I'm concerned, one of the best sitcoms we've ever produced. In particular, its themes of existentialism and anxiety strike a chord with people like me. The past couple of seasons haven't quite lived up to its early heyday but it's always a pleasure to spend time with Mark Corrigan* and Jeremy Usborne, two flatmates who can't live with oneother but ultimately can't live without oneanother either. I hope this last set of episodes sees the show go out on a high.
Meanwhile, I've been inexplicably watching the newest episodes of The Simpsons. Still terrible, still shiny and soulless, more often than not it now damages the viewer's memories by referencing back to older, vastly more superior episodes. It's a show that now expects us to accept Homer throwing bleach in his son's eyes as a matter of course. Doubtless it will roll on, destined to outlive us all.
Today I made my first contactless payment. It's like living in the future. By the future, I of course mean 2007.
*There was a period during my time at university where I would think in David Mitchell's voice, such was my ability to relate to the neurotic Mark Corrigan.
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