I saw some of his skits on Instagram and he really is good! The reviews of hedges.... Loved it. Love also the randomness to life! I swear I was wondering at the end if he was going to be in your seat on the Eurostar!
Brilliant storytelling ... deliciously awkward moments. Killian looks cool, quite possibly very funny. "arm around the waist but not touching" ... a sixth sense of the impossibility of all these coincidences. Is he thinking, "I know her ... what happened in London". Now, what are the chances of being the subject of one of his future jokes at a gig you just happen to get a last-minute ticket to?
This was so incredibly enjoyable. Your prose was absolutely popping off the page and yet also vulnerable. I haven’t heard of Sunderman before but I’ll be taking a look.
Also, going to listen to the audio version later today (my favourite way to experience your work!)
I think you should send a thank you prayer to that bird: surely that's only explanation for this "lucky" encounter on a Parisian street, non? 😆 To be honest I wish I related to this story less but, alas, I'm also hilariously socially awkward (only hilarious afterwards, obviously, at the time it's just talking talking talking and apologetic grinning). These moments haunt me before sleep. I'm glad I'm not alone. I will happily be uncool with you any day. ✌🏻
Awesome post, Jill! There is soooooooo much adventure here I've had to sit down. Okay, I already was sitting down. But now I'm LAUGHING sitting down, and considering going to put the kettle on to make a cup of tea so that I can sit down AGAIN to read this AGAIN. Gorgeous, quirky, hilarious writing. ♥️
I saw some of his skits on Instagram and he really is good! The reviews of hedges.... Loved it. Love also the randomness to life! I swear I was wondering at the end if he was going to be in your seat on the Eurostar!
Brilliant storytelling ... deliciously awkward moments. Killian looks cool, quite possibly very funny. "arm around the waist but not touching" ... a sixth sense of the impossibility of all these coincidences. Is he thinking, "I know her ... what happened in London". Now, what are the chances of being the subject of one of his future jokes at a gig you just happen to get a last-minute ticket to?
This was so incredibly enjoyable. Your prose was absolutely popping off the page and yet also vulnerable. I haven’t heard of Sunderman before but I’ll be taking a look.
Also, going to listen to the audio version later today (my favourite way to experience your work!)
Submit to your Sundermann Series. This isn't over. And I shit *you* not.
I think you should send a thank you prayer to that bird: surely that's only explanation for this "lucky" encounter on a Parisian street, non? 😆 To be honest I wish I related to this story less but, alas, I'm also hilariously socially awkward (only hilarious afterwards, obviously, at the time it's just talking talking talking and apologetic grinning). These moments haunt me before sleep. I'm glad I'm not alone. I will happily be uncool with you any day. ✌🏻
Awesome post, Jill! There is soooooooo much adventure here I've had to sit down. Okay, I already was sitting down. But now I'm LAUGHING sitting down, and considering going to put the kettle on to make a cup of tea so that I can sit down AGAIN to read this AGAIN. Gorgeous, quirky, hilarious writing. ♥️
Hilarious. En français, LOL is MDR - "mort de rire" - death by laughter? Strange.
Great writing! Like Tamzin, I was all set for you to be sitting next to Killian on the Eurostar!