Rachel's Blog: Cotton Concrete
My head is full of concrete-soaked cotton wool and I can't think and there's nothing on television. I was very disappointed with the first two episodes of Vulture and I don't feel bad about missing it and going to bed early tonight. It's like being stuck at a dinner party with only the worst kind of self-aggrandising, interrupting, patronising people (except the one guest each week who refuses to speak at all). Not that watching TV about Australian culture is any substitute for engaging with or creating any, but still.