I am a bad blogger, there is no denying this but in my defence I have been very busy, both professionally and creatively and sometimes so much is going on that blogging inevitably becomes an afterthought. Thankfully the coming winter brings with it a slightly less crammed diary allowing me time to indulge in some frivolities. At the moment this mostly involves wearing a very fluffy, very unflattering dressing gown, whilst drinking toffee apple cider and watching Twin Peaks on the Horror Channel.
I have been a fan of the series since it first aired in the early 90s when I would watch it secretly in my brother's bedroom after bedtime as a pre-teen. It made very little sense to me then and yet I couldn't help but be captivated by the utter strangeness of it all. Amazingly this is the first time that the entire series has been shown on British TV since its original run.
Happily the theme music is once again stuck in my head and my nightly fix is ensuring that daily life at the moment is tinged with a Lynch-like surrealism. It has also added to my already ridiculous obsession with visiting the Pacific North-West and I regularly fantasise about Mr Lola and I feasting on cherry pie and damn fine cups of coffee in roadside diners as the rain pours in sheets overhead.
Would-be lovers Audrey and Agent Cooper