I just finished reading The Fault in our Stars, by John Green. I loved and hated it in about equal measure. It's beautifully written, but if you read it, it's going to make you cry. Don't read it on the bus. It's also been pointed out to me that it's dangerously close to chick-lit, so if you're a guy, you might want to read it on Kindle so it looks like you're reading about sex and robots, or cowboys or something.
I'm writing this on Tuesday, but it feels like Monday because I took a day off yesterday to attend the wedding of friends in Bristol. It was not a lavish affair, with only about two dozen guests, but it was really nice. There was a reception lunch in a nearby restaurant after the ceremony. I had the lamb. It was very good. Each guest was given a little badge to wear with their name and some witticism. The bride and groom had obviously thought hard about what to put on each badge. The dragon had a warning about her "mad ninja skills", which might have been considered racist had the bride not also been Taiwanese. My own badge claimed, "I drink to make other people interesting". I'm not a drunk, but that actually sums up my personality really rather beautifully.
One of the many wonderful things about my seven-year-old son is that he doesn't bend easily to peer pressure. Most children in his class are singing One Direction songs. My son is singing Ray Charles, Jackie Wilson, and the Drifters. I mention this because the Drifters are coming to town in the summer, and the boy wants me to get tickets. How many seven-year-olds even know who the Drifters are? He's so cool! I'm going to see if I can get tickets on the way home.
The UN has released a report on North Korea. I've been reading it. It's 400 pages long. It is quite horrifying. It's full of stories about routine sexual violence, torture, murder, and abduction by the authorities. If you haven't got time to read the report, read the BBC piece, and give thanks that you aren't there.
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