Yes, I’ve decided that I am the anti-Proust. Proust was known – is known – for remembering everything; I am known for forgetting everything. Or I will be after everyone’s read this post. I’m writing a memoir about forgetting, (if that isn’t the ultimate paradox I don’t know what is) and I’m trying to recall where and when it all began and what it is I’ve forgotten. It’s tying my brain in knots and untying them at the same time – but! it is also closely linked to this blog. Because it all started just a few months after I began this blog.
We kicked off here after I’d been to a writer’s workshop and met Hanif Kureishi, he of ‘Buddha of Suburbia’ fame.
After his talk I asked him what advice he would give aspiring writers, and he said ‘start a blog’. So you can blame him. Yes, it’s all Hanif’s fault. Here, in case you haven’t read it, is the original post:
Anyway, thanks to the i-player there’s at least one thing I don’t need to try to remember, and that is what I’ve watched. For a certain period at least, the blessed app will tell me what I’ve seen, how much of it I’ve seen, what other things like it I may or may not have seen, and what I might like to see but haven’t. It’s a small relief, but a relief nonetheless. So let us consult the blessed app and see what I’ve been watching this week.
Well, there was Room 101, in which Alistair MacGowan failed to impress and that woman off ‘Dragon’s Den’ was frankly bizarre:
I found Alistair MacGowan less than personable (he wanted to put children into Room 101) and I have never seen Dragon’s Den (that’s one thing I’m sure of) so I wasn’t quite ready for the explosion of gold lame and fake-black hair that is Hilary Devey. Josh Groban (who he?) was perfectly pleasant but didn’t make much of an impression. Frankly, I prefer seeing people I already know on R00m 101 but I suppose the failure is mine for not watching enough prime-time TV.
Apart from that I haven’t seen much, apart from an episode of ‘The Likely Lads’ and too much has already been said about that.