It’s not the Wire but it’s funny and sad and clever and shane is uber cute. And not in an American – pass me the sick bucket kind of cute – but actually, genuinely sweet. It’s brilliant. And it makes long days around posh women with silly voices and a slightly skewed perceptions on life much easier to forget in the evening. My brother tired to introduce it to me a while ago but for some reason I didn’t want to know (it was too close to F.T.W* if I’m honest) but when he recently gave me the choice between watching Weeds and a football match, Weeds won hands down. I do realise that I am once again behind by about 6 series, but bear with me.
*Finishing The Wire
A mostly rainy day in Amsterdam meant that we spent the afternoon watching the final episode of The Wire season 4. If you’re not on The Wire then do it . IT WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE. Thrilling, heart stopping, funny, so so so clever, totally believable, bewitching and at times heart breaking, I can’t recommend it enough. So, with season four wrapped up and yet to buy season 5 (BBC 2 are showing it but please, please start at the beginning. You’ll miss so such. It’s superbly and intelligently subtle), I turned my head to my second addiction; Topshop and look what I found.
I miss the guns, the gangsters, the homicide po-lice, the corner boys and the politicians of west Baltimore – a complex narrative that blurs right and wrong, good and bad; a heart wrenching story about those in the game and those trying to cheat it and those trying to make it fair.
Nothing like a bit of Topshop to bring the world into perspective.