Fleabag: A Tale of Depravity and Depression

It’s been a while since I last posted anything, I’m aware. However, I’m working to change that. I’ve been spending the Christmas break binge-watching series, and a few of them have stood out to me and inspired me to return to my neglected blog. The first is Fleabag.

Fleabag is a black comedy created, written and starring Phoebe Waller-Bridge. Most people would recognise from the second season of Broadchurch, however I’m sure there are a few people, who like me avoided the second season of Broadchurch because they’d heard it was terrible, and had no idea who she was.

Fleabag is a new addition to the trend of comedies that are both hilarious and simultaneoulsy depressing. Like Crazy Ex Girlfriend, You’re The Worst, Bojack Horseman (which I’ve never seen, but I’ll be sure to change that soon), this show offers a terrifyingly accurate depiction of mental illness.

The unnamed character (all the reviews I’ve read refer to her as ‘Fleabag’) is very similar to Rebecca Bunch and Gretchen Cutler. She’s an intelligent, witty, sarcastic woman who just happens to be damaged. Like them, she’s also a very sexual person, as seen in the opening scene. However it must be noted that she prefers the “drama” of sex to sex itself.

Her relationships with people tend to vary from dysfunctional to hostile. From her sister, to her father, the men she sleeps with, to her absolutely monstrous stepmother, played with manipulative relish, by Olivia Colman. In fact, the only relationship she has that seems normal and healthy, is that with her best friend, Boo, who dies before the show begins (this isn’t a spoiler, but her death is both hilarious and heartbreaking).

Fleabag (the character), is a delight. From the moment she breaks the fourth wall the first time, she invites us into her world, her funny, messy, bleak, depressing world. Whether she’s emotionally manipulating (and actually scaring) her boyfriend, to breaking champagne glasses and making a scene at her demon stepmother’s sexhibition, everything she does is worth watching.

Something about this show really affected me. In fact at the fifth episode, I started crying and I couldn’t stop. Maybe it’s because with the writing, and with the terrific performances, Fleabag doesn’t come off as cartoonish in anyway, instead it dives into the pool of ugliness and pain that exists in the main character, refuses to demonise her and connects with us, making the audience feel what she’s feeling.

Before I end this, I need to add that the sequence at the beginning of episode 2 is one of the best things I’ve seen on TV. If you haven’t watched Fleabag, watch it now.




So here I stand. Brittle. Almost broken. I have been stripped of all my senses and now I have nothing. Woe is me.

There is a fire inside me. Long ago it burned with intensity. I could feel its warmth coursing through my veins. But now the fire is dying. And I am cold.


Usually, I don’t write about music. This wasn’t meant to be centred around music. The reason is that I often find it difficult to describe music. The way I listen to it; the way it affects me. However I’ve decided to make an exception. And it’s all because Willow Smith decided to release an album.

I wasn’t really a fan of her, and a friend inspired me to listen to this album. And now that I have. I’m in awe.

Ardipithecus is an album that’s coherent and disjointed; mature and juvenile, all at once. And I fucking loved it. I listened to it early in the morning, and I was the only one awake so it was more than an album. It was an experience.

From the first song I was transported into another world. And it was weird and intense and vibrant. Everything was heightened and I felt connected to the world.

I’m not really sure if I have a favourite song. Each song gave me a different experience. There was just something about this album that inspired me. It was ambitious and experimental and at the same time down to earth. There was something in the album that made me think of Lorde’s Pure Heroine. Beneath all the ‘New-Age’ references, it’s an album about being young.17WILLOWSMITH1-superJumbo



This book only exists so we can hate the Kardashians a lot more than we already do. I haven’t finished this book yet, I can’t say I’m particularly eager to. However, from the half I’ve read, I can tell you one thing:
First things first, I’m not sure if the synopsis is supposed to be dramatic, or if we’re supposed to know how forced and blatantly self praising it really is. For those of you who haven’t seen it (lucky bastards), here’s a look:


Kendall and Kylie Jenner, stars on the hit reality show Keeping Up with the Kardashians, present their debut novel—a thrilling dystopian story about two super-powered girls who embark on a journey together, not knowing they’re twins.

Two girls, two worlds apart.

Lex lives down below, close to rock bottom. She grew up in the orphanage, alone, and now is training to be a Special Op so she can finally destroy the rebels with her own hands. She needs no one.

Livia lives miles above everything on a floating island in the city of Indra. She is training too, but for a life that she doesn’t want. She wants to be free, to finally leave her floating island, and to run with her beloved horse until she can’t run any longer.

And then there’s Kane—Lex’s only friend, whom she would walk through fire for. And when she finds that Kane is in danger, she doesn’t hesitate to leave her post and blast her way to the top of Indra to save him. She just needs to get one stubborn, unexpectedly clever airgirl to tell her where he is first.

In this fast-paced, dystopian thriller, Lex and Livia reluctantly team up to save Kane after discovering that they share a mysterious identical mark—not realizing that their biggest danger is in each other. You see, these two girls have a secret, a secret that even they do not know: they are sisters. Twins. And that is forbidden…


    Fast-paced thrilling dystopian thriller my ass. This books is one of the main reasons why I’ve given up on the YA genre.

Normally I would list out everything I liked about this book. So here goes:


Nothing. No fucking thing. If a gun was held to my head and I was forced to choose, I’d probably say something like: “I liked the fact that Livia and Lex were not irritating damsels in distress. They were just irritating”


  • The characters are unmemorable. Even with bizarre names like Waslo Suture and Livia Cosmo, I still can’t recall anything about them. The characters are uninspiring and I can’t even be bothered to see what happens to them.
  • The Prose. Half the plot was focused on the back stories of both characters. We were introduced to the island in the sky where Livia resides, and the orphanage where Lex grew up. The prose was, in a word, boring. 
  • These Bitches are Super-Powered. I was reading a conversation between Lex and Kane, and I got to the part where Kane mentioned her powers. As you can expect, I said: “When did this bitch have powers? How did she get powers? What powers does she have?”
  • Indra. First of all, it’s a city in the sky. Why it’s in the sky isn’t mentioned (at least I think it wasn’t mentioned. I skipped a lot of this book). If the surface is suddenly uninhabitable, then why is the orphanage there? (is the orphanage there? I’m not sure). Apparently, it took years to build and  everything but the humans has been cultivated in a lab. Also, there might be a one-child-per-family-rule.

In conclusion, this book was lacklustre and I couldn’t finish it. This is coming from the guy who finished the first four books of Blue Bloods. At first, my sole intention was to finish this book and then tweet to K&K Jenner: “Congratulations. Rebels was almost as good as Allegiant. Almost”. However, I would honestly rather pick up the half-baked, half-assed travesty that was ALLEGIANT than ever again read this shit. Maybe I’ll finish it in a couple of years (this will be after I re-read Twilight).

The fact that this book might be made into a movie brings pain to my soul. Fucking Kris Jenner. NOT EVERYTHING YOUR KIDS DO IS SPECTACULAR.

P.S The cover was a blatant rip-off.



Kendall Jenner and Kylie Jenner Set to be Published Authors of Young Adult Dystopian Novel 'Rebels: City of Indra' - SEE the Cover Here! (PHOTO)

Rebels:  City of Who Gives A Fuck



The Shatter Me series.


This is just more proof that the only books the Jenner toddlers have read is every book they used as “inspiration” for Rebels.






The Mortal Instruments: Thank God It’s Over.

I just finished the final book in The Mortal Instruments; City of Heavenly Fire. All I can say is that Cassandra Clare has redeemed herself. After the supreme and utter crappiness of the previous two books, COHF was surprisingly good, maybe even as good as the first three books. I also felt this book did very well in it’s portrayal of all the characters, especially Clary and Jace. Ii couldn’t help skimming through the parts where they were alone together (I still remember their love scene from COLS, if you do too, you’d understand). In this book, they were more than just lovestruck teenagers. They became adults. I especially liked the fact that this book, they were a couple. In all the other books, it was on again- off again- we’ve broken up now, but I wish we were on again. 

In this book, all the characters, matured. However I still didn’t have a favourite character. In my opinion, they were less irritating, but only slightly.

The weakest point in this book, in my opinion, was the part at the end where Asmodeus wiped Simon’s memory. Their plan to restore his memory was idiotic, at best. I don’t know if he’s going to Ascend, and I can’t say I care. The ending was decent, I don’t know if it was meant to be sad, like I’m not sure if bringing Tessa and Jem in was meant to be nostalgic. I also don’t like how she brought in Emma and Julian to shamelessly build up to her new series, The Dark Artifices, out Fall 2015 (I had to).

Final thoughts: COHF was a good ending to the series. The part at the end were Sebastian became Jonathan was sad, but decent. It may not have been a spectacular book, but it was better than Allegiant (which isn’t saying much).