The giddy hedonism of 14 months of terrible home working posture (plus potentially powering through Dark Souls II and then going straight into NG+) has left me with a touch of carpal tunnel, so this week I have been playing nothing, but instead indulged my newfound interest in games to read Blood, Sweat and Pixels and…

Oof

I saw him do that album at a church near me and everyone was really silent, and at one point he said “thanks for coming here and letting me do this”, because yeah it’s weird set to have an album about your wife dying and a bunch of people coming and to watch you play them, but it was... good? Adjectives fail me. It…

Probably my favourite album of the year, her stuff had never fully clicked with me (Gowns came on my spotify discover and jumping straight from that to her solo stuff like California felt a bit tepid), but Exile really clicked with me.

That incredibly gratifying feeling where you play something once and it doesn’t…

It has the shortest sentences and the least syllables per sentence of any book I’ve read nominally aimed at grown-ups. It’s definitely propulsive, which I guess is what he was after, but it’s slightly stressful too. Something that could be one sentence with a sub-clause is three sentences.

Devil Wears Prada is so great. I have a similar thing with High Fidelity. The book’s great but it’s pretty scabrous, whereas the movie is a lot more fun.