01. This week has been all about Ku’damm 63 (on SBS in Australia, and they’ve brought back Ku’damm 56 and 59, so if you haven’t watched, start there). I re-watched 56 and 59 before launching into 63. Emotionally wrung out. So, so good.
02. Fun fact: the series is written by Annette Hess. Her book, The German House, has been on my TBR list for over a year – will move it up.
03. This song (Du wirst immer bei mir sein, which translates to ‘you will always be with me’) at the end of Ku’damm 63. Cried so much, I was on the verge of a migraine…
04. Hooray for daylight saving (and therefore longer picnics).
05. Subtle and not so subtle.
06. Rocktober.
07. Aside from watching tele, I’ve done some excellent professional development sessions this week, including a thought-provoking two hours with philosopher Manu Bazzano – the conversation really took off when he said, “Let’s assume the starting point is that families always f*ck you up….”. I’ve been thinking about that since – yet to decide where I stand.
08. Listening: It’s a Sin soundtrack (especially love the Nora Rothman ft. Blush Wilson Borderline cover).
Families always f**ck you up. That brought a laugh.
I thought The German House was fascinating. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. I’m off to see if the Ku’Damm series is on Netflix…
I remember when girls had twizzles. My date for my final school social (1968) looked just like the young woman in the green dress.
Daylight saving is great, unless you live in a state that doesn’t have it. You guys may as well be in a different country.
Coordinating flight times used to drive me crazy when visiting my parents on the Gold Coast during summer…
And a couple of times I’ve been sent embargoed press releases about summertime prizes in Qld and only just caught myself in time not to post it early. They would never trust me again if I did that.
That cover is so good!
Reminds me of the Philip Larkin poem:
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.