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.