Leftovers #93

Thoughts on One Day, a Californian pizza place’s profit-sharing business model, the curse of an open plan kitchen

Like most of the world, I spent the weekend binge watching One Day (in truth I started watching it on Friday night at 11pm and did not stop until 4.30am, spent half an hour crying then slept on my sofa from 5-9am; I’m a masochist). Apart from the obvious inclinations to watch (friends to lover plot, Ambika Mod’s deadpan humour, Leo Woodall’s eyelashes, incredible 90s soundtrack), it unlocked my nostalgia (lol what’s new) for those years when time felt so elastic and every experience was new. Love is painful but hopeful. Life is lived in two extremes: total bliss and utter despair. Before the cynicism takes hold, before you realise the person who has always been entwined in your life is holding your heart hostage more for himself than for you both. “I thought I’d gotten rid of you,” Emma sighs. His reply (“I just don’t think you can,”) feels like a million tiny cuts, as I remember my own story. Anyway. It’s not for everyone, but if you’ve ever experienced the torturous pain of years spent missing one another, you too might subject yourself to seven hours of heart-swelling anxiety.

This one is a short but sweet Leftovers mainly because I’m writing this on a train from Euston to Bangor and the wifi is non-existent!!!

East LA’s Woons art direction is on my mind at the moment