Dear ladies and gents,
last week we had a bit of a heatwave going on. Most of Europe did. We got a few days of respite where it was blessedly cool in the mornings and evenings. And even though today it was raining, another heatwave is predicted for this week (am slightly obsessed with both of the weather apps on my phone).
I do not do well in warm weather. At all. I do not understand why British people complain about theirs. MOAR RAIN PLEASE!
Can’t eat, can’t function properly, can do sh*t all apart from the bare minimum. 37°C (98.6F for our American friends) does that to me.
I am currently a tetchy cow, so bare that in mind.
OMG. WTF with the True Detective? I was all like True Detective started – YAY something to watch! And it’s been utter rubbish. I case you haven’t gotten round to it yet let me tell you – you aren’t missing anything. Because nothing happens. At all. I don’t understand what is the point of having this freaking great cast. And have them do nothing. But just kinda spout rubbish I could have written.
So at this point a normal person, a smart person, would just give up on TV altogether. To be fair, I have been reading loads more. But then I get annoyed at how the book ends (that’s another story altogether).
But no. Noooooooo.
I did what any not-sane person would do. I switched over to Hannibal.
Which is… I normally like Hannibal. But omg (OMG!) what is it with the freaking water/blood/whatever dripping? And it’s not only occasionally, it all. the. freaking. time. Also snails? I mean by the time they crawl to whatever the hell they are going I want to tear my hair out. Also – da f*ck with kaleidoscopic scenes?
Can I be frank?
I will be frank with you.
I don’t have an effing clue what the hell is going on. There it is, my secret is out.
Most of the time I’m just
I will tell you this much though. The fight between Jack and Hannibal? A thing of beauty.
And you know, a fight is well and good. But Jack could have saved himself a whole lot of trouble if he did one thing. Just one thing.
Threatened Hannibal with some refined sugar. That would have him running for the hills. Or curling up in a fetal position.
That’s where I’m at ladies and gents.
I will be on the balcony. Cooling off my feet and armpits respectively.