Anyone else noticed the rise in kitchen-countertop copulations in films over the last few years? It's got to the point where, when the amorous wights burst through their front door, clawing at each other's clothes, MrsT and I are liable to chortle "to the kitchen!"
Very strange.
Not really noticed an increase, but it always struck me as one of those YKINMK things. Maybe I've been unfortunate in always having distinctly unsexy kitchen counters?
There are sexy kitchen counters? I've certainly long harboured a distrust of kitchen showrooms (why are there so many feasting on the decaying corpses of our high streets and have I just answered my own question?)
It probably explains the lack of sharp edges in modern kitchens, no one wants their amorous intent sharply punctuated. Not that I've been tempted, but we have rounded edges. Why take the chance? I am now, of course, challenging with thinking about the weirdest place I've had sex and should I start a topic that will just end up being my confession?
In other news, finished and enjoyed the latest round of
The Expanse. I think they take the opportunity to use hindsight to tighten up the events of the books and make it a bit more coherent, which is fine. It's well done and pacy, which – in a universe of Netflixian sludge – is quite a relief. On the downside, there's Naomi's son coming into play, and I confess I found that subplot tedious and annoying in the book.
Now watching season two of
The OA, which is admirably bonkers. I liked the first season and it featured probably the best way to thwart an 'active shooter' in your school ever (apart from not living in a society awash with guns, of course).