I had plenty of ideas for today’s post – but then I came back to London. As soon as I crossed UK’s border, I was reminded about the biggest news of the monthyear decade, at least. No, it’s not Egypt, or Syria, or the Pope. It’s not even K-Stew cheating on R-Patz or Biebs pissing in a bucket anymore. What can be more important than that? You guessed. The Royal Baby.
The ICA holds a curious exhibition at the moment. It’s called Keep Your Timber Limber and gathers artworks related, in various (but always obvious) ways, to sex. Seen separately, each of the featured artists deserves notice, but putting them together in such way is beyond gimmicky; it’s a case of Sex! And now that I have your attention…
Fun fact: an apron used to be called a napron. Then the n jumped back, like a cute little frog, or a person standing in front of the yellow line as the train approaches. It’s called metanalysis. The jumping of letters, not the train.
See, you’ve just learned something. Now you have an excuse to waste even more time on Coverrated: it’s educational.
It’s mid-June. What are you looking forward to? The answer should be obvious. Let’s shout it out loud in our best James Franco voices: summer holidayzzz! Planning to go around the world in 80 days, but ending up like The Inbetweeners. Wanting to sleep until noon, but being woken up at 6 by the sun shining right in your face. Forgetting the bikini body bullshitand becoming an amateur ice-cream tester. Looking out for the next song of the summer and hoping it’s better than Call Me Maybe.