Petrol-powered leaf blowers. That fragment, as my spell-checker delights in calling it, might seem a peculiar initiation of a ramble about smell. Fortunately human-kind is, has been and shall forever be peculiar and awkward which gives me a free pass. Our irrationality is our greatest asset and the primary source of our ability to entertain and inspire. That’s why there are very few German comedians; they’re far too efficient as a culture to be funny. But I digress, let us return to the primary tangent.
Allow me to begin my first blog-esque post in many a year with an idiosyncratically vain introduction: I like to think of myself as a realist. In all probability I’m not since my opinion of myself is biased by my own vanities and criticisms, although the fact that I argue in that manner serves only to reinforce the notion. I see things as they arrive to me and analyse them if need be. My attempts to normalise expectations are in full effect and in no place more so than in entertainment.