Roses are red,
The sea is salty,
a single man weeps,
into his microwaveable balti.
I started writing something last night about growing up surrounded by brutalism, how it felt and my reaction to the cultural re-appraisal it seems to be having. I was really struggling to think of examples of this re-appraisal, I only had 2 I could remember off the top of my head.
But today an article by Oliver Wainwright appeared on the Guardian, BBC Four have a program on Sunday dealing with brutalisms heavy hitters and it turns out my favourite character/critic Jonathan Meades not only wrote an A-Z of brutalism (also on the Guardian) but has a seperate two-part documentary on it airing soon as well.
I clearly have my finger on the pulse of culture.
Managed my first 5k yesterday.
Cannot walk today.
3 days into this gym and low calorie thing and I’m hangry as fuck. Can’t wait for it to level out and be normal. urgh.