Things of merit I saw whilst walking down to Kensington High Street to-day: some white lilies growing wild, a fluffy white cat in the window of a basement flat.
It's AKB essay time again, and I'm sorry this happens like once a month, but I've been thinking for a while now that Baby! Baby! Baby! might be one of the best ever AKB48 videos, and I know *exactly* why it's not up on the official channel but I think the discomfort it inspires, the way it frames the meaning of the song really hits home.
Acknowledging that I only really love two things, I have decided to begin using the descriptors of extreme metal genres to explain the flavours of girls love fiction I write, resulting in such new sub-genres as post-yuri, technical yuri, slamming brutal yuri, and my personal favourite, depressive suicidal yuri.
It's research, I tell you as I attempt to watch as many versions of Murder on the Orient Express as I can whilst avoiding reading the book. Anyhow, this 2015 two part TV special is already my favourite several minutes in because it features the wonderful Matsushima Nanako who I love.
