Each night I would pore over guide books, plotting routes all over the city, hoping to pluck up the courage to make my way in to any one of the eateries that I aspired to get in to. There was no barrier but my own insecurity.
Full disclosure: I am an incredibly angry person, but that does not mean that I hate. The two are too often conflated.
I’d like to sit both ends of this phony Culture War down together for a nice cup of tea and a chat. It would be great.
One of the reasons I set this blog up was to have a good old fashioned rant about all sorts of things which get on my nerves.
I had grown sick of sharing that with my nearest and dearest, and I think they had become weary of it, too.
Aspiration is hardly a new phenomenon, but TV gives it such scope with which to make its presence felt.
I am currently sitting on a plane; a few rows behind me, a woman has been talking loudly since she took her seat. She was probably talking loudly long before that. The problem is that she is terrified of flying.
Is this contrary need of mine to do something I cannot imagine anyone else doing some kind of attention –seeking behaviour?