Right, so I caught a bit of that Beatles documentary Get Back and I have FEELINGS on the matter. Confusing, sometimes sexual feelings. Mostly about Paul McCartney. Which is very weird because, for me, Paul McCartney has always fallen into the same category as Bono and Russell Crowe – that is, the Men Who Make Me Involuntarily Cringe category.
Look, don’t judge me for not loving Sir Paul, okay. I get that he’s a creative genius, etc etc. But I grew up in the 1980s, We All Stand Together era of Paul McCartney. All I really knew about him was that his wife made very nice vegetarian sausages and he did that frog song. I guess I knew he was a megastar Beatle, deep down, but my brain could never reconcile that fact with the Paul McCartney I saw.
But there he is in the documentary, with his lustrous hair and beard, tinkering away on his guitar and coming up with Get Back in real time. And I found myself thinking, Wait, is Paul McCartney HOT? What is HAPPENING to me right now? At one point he turns up in a waistcoat and white t-shirt and I almost had to leave the room.
So that happened. I’m still processing it, to be honest.
Is this the start of a whole new phase in my life, where I turn my long-held beliefs on their head and go in surprising new directions? Will I learn to love the movie Gladiator? Will I decide that U2 are not boring dad rockers after all? Only time will tell.
Also, we’ve finally nailed sourdough. We decided to go back to square one and make a new starter – a traditional wet starter, not the dry starter I was experimenting with – and that solved the problem. Now we’re getting decent bread every time. Which is a relief because I was starting to think sourdough was my nemesis, and a girl can only have so many nemeses in her life.
That’s about all I’ve got for you this week. We did have a very Bulgarian booster vaccine experience which I’ll tell you about next time. (Anyone else got their booster yet? Did you have any trouble getting it?) Otherwise, I’ve just been tramping about in the snow, trying to get Sexy (Confusing) Paul out of my head, and stopping next door’s cat from moving in.