A step at a time

Coincidentally I’d planned to do some sorting out and ferrying in advance of the old house being vacated, so while I was up there I also went through the son’s collection of school things that we’d kept. All those P1 paintings, P6 essays, endless sports day certificates. I picked one or two things to take away – including an essay from High School in the mid-noughties about how it was now time to talk to the Taliban. 
But look – one of my favourite childhood objects – a pedometer of my Grandad’s. Before doing your daily steps was a thing. I remember clipping it on my belt as a young lad to see how many miles I’d walk in a day, and then being dismayed in my Grandad’s toilet to realise that it wasn’t racking up any distance as long as I sat with my trousers round my ankles. I started kicking my feet needless to say.
The end of the week. What a week. We watched the first episode of Curtis’s Shifty which was hugely entertaining. Serious sociology or politics though? Maybe not so much. C+ for you Curtis, shows promise.
And then The Rehearsal with Nathan Fielder. What can you say – weird, brilliant, and quite outside the usual box. How did he manage to get so much money off HBO or whoever to make this? Did the execs know what they were getting? Anyway, bravo!