Ahhhhhh still laughing.

In case you need a reason to watch Season One and two, here’s ten minutes of Elrich. He’s the best.

I was in a cafe in Brooklyn this morning. There was a song playing that I used to listen to constantly back in London, and it gave me one of those WHOOOSH visceral-emotional-time-travel moments, and I remembered with shocking immediacy 1) the sour milk smell of a terrible ad agency I was working in at the time and 2) the cockishness of the guy I was dating at the time and 3) how great my social life was at the time, so the job and the guy didn’t really matter.

Anyway, I commented to the girl behind the counter (nose ring, Run Lola Run hair, zero capacity for original thought): “oh, I love this song!” She said “yeah I guess it’s new?” and I said “I think it’s from 2002 or 2003. It’s Nightmares On Wax.” And she said “oh I was, like, nine?” Little laugh.

I have been on a Shameless binge.

I’d watched it a couple of times before, of course, and the UK version when I lived in London, but for some reason, I have become obsessed over the past fortnight. It’s hilarious and dramatic and urgh, just like, fully fucking immersive and consistently brilliant and charming… a perfect show. And it’s surprising. When I’m watching TV or movies or even when I’m reading books, I often know what’s happening next in the plot. It’s so annoying of me, and I don’t think it’s because I’m some kind of superhuman hero-writer, I think it’s because I’m ADHD. But I can see it coming. It’s so obvious, it’s like I’ve got the episode plot written out right in front of me. Usually I just try to turn that part of my brain off and enjoy the ride – but with Shameless, I don’t have to do that. I never know what’s coming next.

I have two, or at the most, three weeks to go until we’re fully caught up. I do not know what the hell we are going to do with ourselves when that happens. I guess talk to each other.