Quiche, Quinoa and Quail Eggs

Why is it only middle-class foods that begin with Q?

That wasn't really what I meant to start this post with, but it was bugging me today. I'm not sure if I'd be less bothered if they used the Qs properly, rather than had them as la-di-da Ks: keesh and keen-wa just doesn't sound as hoity toity.

Anyway, what I actually meant to do was add to my increasing mountain of Kate Tempest flattery. It seems like there's nothing she can't do. I saw her latest play this weekend, it was ace.  Fun and funny and powerful and emotional and all round better than it had any right to be. And it had Michelle Gayle in it.  And she's not aged since my sweetness was her weakness twenty years ago. Only one slight criticism: the title. Hopelessly Devoted - I can't hear it without hearing Stockard Channing wailing.

I saw that I Can't Sing thing too. Not certain that I need to write too much about it, as a whole heap seems to have been written. It was a mighty silly slice of lowest common denominator fun and trying to read any more than that into it seems to be missing the point somewhat.

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Here's a conversation:
- "Have you read the Cappuccino Years?"
- "No, I never read Adrian Mole as a kid and I feel that it's a bit late to read it now.  It seems a bit time dependent."
- "What are you reading now?"
- "..."
- "Sorry I didn't hear that."
- "Angus, Thongs and Full Frontal Snogging."