Sometimes I worry that I’m not very cool.

OK, that’s a lie. I know I’m not very cool. Just reading that sentence out loud, hearing the way I say the word ‘cool’, you can tell that I am not it. I sound like a really old woman telling a teenager they are ‘spunky’ and imagining myself to be down with the kids.

My complete lack of coolness was highlighted recently by a trip to a local independent cinema. The expression ‘local independent cinema’ should really have been a red flag – the very notion of a film being not really suitable for mainstream cinema implies that it is far too cool for the likes of me with my leather handbag full of Tesco vouchers and Smints. View Post

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