Can you direct me to a “I went from not giving two shits about football to being completely obsessed with a tragic star in roughly 2 days’ time” support group? I’d appreciate that a lot
I think it’s called “Europe” at the moment. Everyone’s obsessed over here.
I didn’t know you were still loving the New Yorker. God. I miss it so f’ing much. When I was in Heathrow last I headed straight for the international magazine store to get it, and it was still a month old. I think the New Yorker and the Sunday New York Times would be enough enticement to get me to move back to the States, sadly. Know any open Scottish Lit posts?