I just remembered, with a visible cringe, a conversation I had years ago in an art gallery with the lady at the front desk.
ME: Gosh, you’ve been in the wars.
LADY: It’s a skin condition.
Falling off a cliff of small talk. And nothing at all to do with that moment is the moment when you suddenly realise you’re a fan of something. Like I’ve never had with sweet potatoes or Roy Orbison. I’ve just had it with Jimmy Riddle. And you’re about to have it too.
