I watched the hockey show, of course. With a fair bit of eye-rolling at first — it is quite trashy, especially early on — but it won me over. It has heart.
Apparently I’m as much of a sucker for sappy wish fulfilment gay romance targeting disenchanted straight women as— well, the next middle-aged homo, I suppose.
It’s cold, everyone’s ill and overworked, and 2025 was pretty dismal in a lot of ways. I shan’t be sorry to see the back of it, tbh.
May the new one be better, y’all.
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Let’s get the fuck out of here before someone puts us on TikTok.
Back to the Roundhouse last night. Still very much over the dilatory event structure, but it did seem a bit more fitting for fey, sinuous rock god (as we now somehow have to see him) Mike Hadreas, in what he claimed was the biggest show he’s ever played.
It was fucking great — as was Laurie, eventually, btw — and the explosive performances of My Body and especially Otherside will stay with me a long time. I mean, hopefully.
Jesus Fucking Christ I despise this event format.