What a delightful read. Particularly love the idea of compromising and doing something in this life, rather than bemoaning the fantasy always being out of reach.
Nov 13, 2022·edited Nov 13, 2022Liked by The Sophist
I am not supposed to be on screens because of a concussion but I snuck on for this and I’m so glad I did.
In reverse order:
5) I have one of those schlong hottles and they’re the best, especially for the cummerbund cold strip when wearing non high jeans
4) holy shit that Dr. Becky (who’s known around here as DAKTARRR BACKY because of the accent) is GOOD. Thank you, I will hold onto that.
3) My stepson turned 18 this summer and is FINALLY not a picky eater, so even though I hope it ends for your kid sooner than it did for him, it most likely will eventually
2) OMG the gender divide reason on the instructions is SO astute, I recently rescued a peg board from having too many holes drilled in it by insisting we look harder
Welcome to Kentish Town Sophie! I ogle the Hampstead mansions all the time but actually us bottom of the Heathers get The Southampton Arms and the Thameslink. WINNING
It’s reassuring to read that my daughter is not the only child that only eat about 12 or so things (at 12 years old), most of them beige and unhealthy except carrots and kiwis. School/packed lunches are a nightmare. I have now given up as long as she eats *something* and takes her vitamins. I’m pleased to report that she has started to eat jam recently (only berries, only on pancakes).
I often have dreams of Clerkenwell living. My first London flat was on St John Street. I realise now that it's unlikely to happen again, as first, I don't live in the UK, or even the northern hemisphere, and second I don't have the million or so quid required. And writing freelance is hardly going to create the life where I can have a glamorous dual hemisphere existence. I did recently book into the Zetter on a bargain rate and live that life for three days.
And, knowing chefs, there's often a gaping chasm between childhood memories and what they themselves consume after a 12 or even 18 hour day. I'd guess that the friend perhaps got a kick out of Wotsits and Dominoes.
What a delightful read. Particularly love the idea of compromising and doing something in this life, rather than bemoaning the fantasy always being out of reach.
I am not supposed to be on screens because of a concussion but I snuck on for this and I’m so glad I did.
In reverse order:
5) I have one of those schlong hottles and they’re the best, especially for the cummerbund cold strip when wearing non high jeans
4) holy shit that Dr. Becky (who’s known around here as DAKTARRR BACKY because of the accent) is GOOD. Thank you, I will hold onto that.
3) My stepson turned 18 this summer and is FINALLY not a picky eater, so even though I hope it ends for your kid sooner than it did for him, it most likely will eventually
2) OMG the gender divide reason on the instructions is SO astute, I recently rescued a peg board from having too many holes drilled in it by insisting we look harder
1) Welcome home!!!
You are a delight!
xMarsh
I absolutely adore your writing.
I feel like you write these just for me sometimes. Properly honked with laughter at Wotsitgate.
Also I just bought a pair of Carel shoes whilst in Paris and I am very happy to see my (large sum of) money has gone towards all that lovely art...
Thankyou for writeing this its made my evening, i love your writeing so much
You are such a funny writer!
Welcome to Kentish Town Sophie! I ogle the Hampstead mansions all the time but actually us bottom of the Heathers get The Southampton Arms and the Thameslink. WINNING
Love your writing ♥️I have found you through the comments on Hanif Kureishi his Substack.
Omg that hot water bottle!!!
It’s reassuring to read that my daughter is not the only child that only eat about 12 or so things (at 12 years old), most of them beige and unhealthy except carrots and kiwis. School/packed lunches are a nightmare. I have now given up as long as she eats *something* and takes her vitamins. I’m pleased to report that she has started to eat jam recently (only berries, only on pancakes).
I often have dreams of Clerkenwell living. My first London flat was on St John Street. I realise now that it's unlikely to happen again, as first, I don't live in the UK, or even the northern hemisphere, and second I don't have the million or so quid required. And writing freelance is hardly going to create the life where I can have a glamorous dual hemisphere existence. I did recently book into the Zetter on a bargain rate and live that life for three days.
And, knowing chefs, there's often a gaping chasm between childhood memories and what they themselves consume after a 12 or even 18 hour day. I'd guess that the friend perhaps got a kick out of Wotsits and Dominoes.