Last night I watched We Need to Talk About Kevin. Apparently the book is much more distressing, but to be honest, I’m not sure I could handle it. The film was chilling enough. It made me think about my mum, who had an awful lot to put up with when her kids were growing up, although mostly that was down to my dad’s behaviour. I never stopped crying till I was 19, and my brother was so badly behaved that on occasion he had to have plates thrown at him – he also spent a year in borstal before he left home to become a full-time alcoholic – but my dad was the real shit of the family.
Anyway, he’s long dead now and on Saturday, me and my mum are off to Malaga for a week. Malaga! In Spain!
We’ve not been on holiday together since I was 12. And we’ve never been on holiday just the two of us. I know some of you could probably not imagine anything worse than going on holiday with your mum and I’m sorry for that. I feel very fortunate that we get along very well and that I’m really looking forward to it.
I am very fortunate.
And so is Alex Lyngaas, who wants nothing more than his mum to find someone to love. Check out her face at the end. ‘On internet?’
And while we’re on the subject, here’s JK Simmons…
He’s right, you know. If they’re still around, make the most of it. ‘Cause – unless you’re a tragic, borderline sociopathic figure – it’ll hurt like hell when they’re gone.