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Woke up silently humming a tune, but before I could put words to it, it was forgotten like all the fantastic ideas I’ve had while on the threshold of falling asleep.
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🎦 Nosferatu (2024). I’ll level with you, I did some microsleeps, which is not to say the film was soothing and viscera-free, it had more to do with the beer and fish I’d enjoyed earlier – the problem with the Belgians is they don’t have a word for “keep it session”. Also I was distracted by trying to remember Willem Dafoe’s name.
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Took in Celya AB’s show at the regional arts centre. She mentioned each joke costing 17p, assuming a ticket price of ~£17, but somehow I’d only paid £14 which is even better value.
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Rewatching the first serie of Severance before I catch up with the second, and I’m glad I decided to because it’s remarkable how much I don’t remember, it’s like it was a different version of me watching it.
(Yes, I keep trying to make the singular “serie” happen, because “season” feels like a beneath-me Americanism. Likewise, it feels wrong for an Englishman to describe anything as “[the] OG”, like someone from Tacolneston saying “y’all”.)
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Shaved my face for the first time this year, and I’m not sure about the slug-like expanse that it’s uncovered, hmm.