How oft must I be accosted by real-world Lestrades, holding up lenses in compulsion to annotate everything from shoes and clothing to tastes in music and film to the ability to reference the latest memes? Its quite dull to watch even when they don’t train their lenses on me.
Recently I borrowed the title of a DF Wallace article to open a gentle tirade against the whole bollocks that people get up to by being social executioners.
“Consider the lobster” I said, and then proceeded to say very different things from what Wallace did in his excellent article. Poor Wallace, definitely shifted and turned uncomfortably in his grave.
Oh well, what the hell.