On average I would say it happens about twice a week, but that’s less than the times where I give out entirely unsolicited recommendations which is about five times a week.
In fact, if we’ve ever managed to get through a conversation without me saying “oh by the way I’ve read this really good book” and insisting that you write it down or shoving a copy into your hand before you leave my house, then maybe we’re not really friends.
Some people bake cakes. Others throw dinner parties. I suggest books.
Anyway if you’ve read something I’ve recommended before and liked that, there’s a chance you’ll like these too.
And if you hated whatever I said you’d like then…you’re welcome, and I’ve also done a post with podcasts that will improve your terrible commute, so if you’re in the market for timekillers but don’t trust my taste in literature, go there.
Annnd if we follow each other on Twitter then you probably recommended one of these to me, so there’s probably nothing new here for you. You are my guide.
Let’s begin.
1. The Girls – Emma Cline Accurately sums up teenage angst, cannot comment on whether it accurately sums up murderous cults.
2. Girls on Fire – Robin Wasserman More angsty teenagers with vaguely relatable feelings doing weird stuff. Grim but readable.
3. SweetBitter – Stephanie Danler Early 20s girl moves to New York, works in restaurant, does a lot of drugs. Kept reading, wasn’t totally sure why but I liked it.
4. Wolf Border – Sarah Hall Woman takes job introducing wolves to the Lake District. Made me want a more interesting job and also a pack of wolves.
5. The Shepherd’s Life – James Rebanks Never had “biographical account of what it’s like to be a shepherd in the Lake District” on my must-read list either, but suggest you put it on yours.
6. Open – Andre Agassi If you’ve got even the slightest interest in tennis and extremely famous people, Agassi’s your man. Two words: Barbara. Streisand.
7. Make Your Home Among Strangers – Jennine Capo Crucet
Cuban girl from Miami goes to a decent university, leaves her family behind. Cultural differences ensue.
8. Department of Speculation – Jenny Offill
Probably don’t read this if you’re newly married. Everyone else: you’re good.
9. Euphoria – Lily King
Three anthropologists living among a tribe in Papua New Guinea. Apparently this is based on Margaret Mead but I didn’t know who she was before reading it. This book is very excellent.
10. We Were Liars – E. Lockhart
A story about kids, and a dysfunctional family, who get together every summer. Not especially cheery, but which of these books are?
11. This is the Story of a Happy Marriage – Ann Patchett
Essays on writing, love and life. Good for commuting because you can nail through one between stops.
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You can usually tell if someone’s been to Japan because they’ll tell you about how good it is without you even having to ask.
Even if the conversation is about something entirely un-Japan related, even if you’re talking about painting your house or how much you like rabbits they’ll pipe in with something about Japanese houses being wooden and Japanese rabbit cafes being the next big thing.
There’s even a Wikipedia entry for people who get a bit obsessed with the place. And much like other things that don’t make sense at first – dachshunds, short hair, spending £750+ p/m on rent, that bit at the end of yoga where you lie on the mat breathing – you’ll only really understand once you’ve been there yourself and seen the light.
For me, that light shone down within five minutes of my arrival at Tokyo Haneda International airport, which is also the time it took for me to find and use a toilet. Because Japanese toilets aren’t just toilets – as you’ll gather from the amount of times they come up in this blog post – they’re machines; machines that understand and cater to your innermost wants and needs.
Over the 11 days I was in Japan, I realised that toilets are just one of the things that Tokyo does very well.
In fact most Japanese cities I went to had their shit together – no pun intended – in a way that London categorically does not.
So here are the ways in which London could, quite frankly, try a lot harder.
1. Tube platforms could let you know where the doors will open
I know we’re all quite proud of knowing exactly where to stand in order to be first on the tube, and I realise that if this came into effect, us Londoners would have to find some other way to prove our superiority over tourists and other people who haven’t lived here long enough to know this important, life affirming stuff.
But wouldn’t it be better if there were, you know… just… markings on the floor letting you know where the doors will open and where to stand if there’s more than one of you waiting?
I know, it’s a crazy idea. But on the other hand… it just…sort of… works.
2. We could have loads more public toilets
Fact of life: you can never find a toilet in London.
Japan, on the other hand, understands that if a city has several million people wandering around it, then at some point those several million people will need the toilet.
And perhaps they won’t be near a McDonalds, or have 30p handy in exact change, or want to risk angering the owner of a Soho pub by nipping in without buying a pint, or want to beg the bloke in Costa for the key to their one, solitary loo.
So imagine a world where toilets are everywhere. A few in each big train station. One in every convenience store. Several dotted all around the park. A couple in every tube station.
What would my day be like? you’re no doubt wondering.
I’ll tell you. Your day would be much better, and it would also take a long time to get anywhere because you’d end up drinking so much water – because you can – that you’d feel compelled to stop at each one you passed primarily because you need the loo but also for the novelty alone, because you can.
3. Annnnnd perhaps those new toilets could have heated seats
Do I really have to explain this one? I don’t think I have to explain this one.
Basically buttons. We need more buttons.
4. We could have designated smoking areas on the street
Disclaimer: I don’t smoke.
Fact: Walking down the street trying to dodge the smoke being exhaled from the mouth of the person walking in front of me
+ having pavements that aren’t littered with dropped cigarette butts
= 10/10 something I would write policies on if I was mayor.
4. Oyster cards could also work in vending machines AND shops AND in other cities
I know we’ve got Oyster cards, and we’ve also got contactless, which, while we’re on the subject, don’t you think it’s weird that we’ve gone from having to verify everything with signatures, to typing in a secure PIN code, to suddenly actually you know what sod all that, who cares, just tap the card on the machine and there’s your drinks?
Anyway! How about a combination of the two, where we have smart cards that you top up and allow you to pay for stuff at shops, tube stations, vending machines, buses, lockers, loads of stuff, andlet you also do that stuff in, say, Manchester and Brighton as well?
Vending machines everywhere. Deer optional.
5. Oh and more vending machines
And when I say “more”, I mean every few steps I would like there to be a vending machine selling water and ice cream and umbrellas and beer and green tea and everything else you might need in your bag for the day ahead, but neglected to pack when you left the house that morning because you still haven’t mastered getting stuff ready the night before even though you’re 31 and probably should be more organised by now
A very non-faffy restaurant, note machine on left for ordering outside
6. Our restaurants could be a lot less “faffy”
In London, “grabbing something quick for dinner” still means going through the formalities: waiting to be seated, getting the menu, then you’re left with the menu, then you order drinks…
…then the waiter goes away again, and then you order food. Then the food arrives and you eat it, you spend 5 minutes trying to get some ketchup for your chips, then there’s a gap where they clear away the plates, then you’re offered dessert, then you wait to flag them down or do The Eyes or the Finger on Palm Wiggle, you wait for the bill, you pay, you panic about whether to leave a tip or not, you leave, and you panic because that took ages and now you’re late for the theatre.
In Tokyo, most of the time it goes like this:
Find place you want to eat. Approach machine outside. Select the ramen you want. Add extra egg because it’s the best bit. Pay. Get ticket. Sit down. Hand ticket to chef. Pour glass of ice tea or water, which, miraculously is already on the table. Food comes. Eat. And now, ladies and gentlemen, up you get. On with your day. We are done. On you go.
Alternatively, all hail getting up when you’re finished and paying at the desk by the door. Can we do more of this, please? It’s quicker and I’m hungry. Thanks.
7. We could maybe try having some women only train carriages just to see how it goes
No it doesn’t address The Root Of The Problem and lol sure #notallmen.
And absolutely yes, let’s address the bigger question of why a city transport system might need carriages specifically to make women feel comfortable and safe in the first place, let’s address all that, please.
And in the meantime, I’ll put forward that travelling around in a carriage surrounded only by women and girls was just a very nice, relaxing, comforting way to go about my day, and leave it at that.
8. More lockers?
Put aside the security risk.
Also put aside the occasions in Tokyo where there were so many lockers that we had to ask for directions to find our lockers.
And that one time there were so many lockers that I took a photo of mine, wrote down a description of where it was in the station, and dropped a pin into a Whatsapp group so I could find it later.
Maybe we don’t need to go Full Tokyo on this one, but yeah, a few here and there would be good.
9. Umbrella cover dispensers for shops
This, my friends, is an umbrella dispenser. It puts a cover on your umbrella when you walk into a shop to stop water dripping everywhere, and it’s a very good idea that could possibly make you want to go into shops just to use one for novelty value alone, but that is entirely unconfirmed.
10. Can we have cartoon characters on our roadwork barriers
There’s literally no practical reason we should do this in London. But I saw these in Osaka and I just think making our city look more like a LEGO playset would be a good use of taxpayers’ money.
I’m also aware that after about 4 months of not writing anything on this blog about how much I love London, I’ve now returned with a blog post which is basically about how much Tokyo is smashing it in comparison.
Like how the Overground train doors will always just be closing as you reach the platform, and how there will almost certainly be a heatwave in London while you’re on holiday.
Oh! And the one year you manage to get tickets for the annual Film4 Summer Screen event at Somerset House, rest assured: there will be torrential rain all day.
“So British” read the caption on the weekend’s photos; my friends and I huddled together under a blanket of plastic ponchos, picnic laid out on bin liner clad picnic blankets clutching cups of Irish coffee.
Nevertheless, we braved the downpours and got stuck in to Saturday night’s double bill: the brilliant Sexy Beastfollowed by 100 minutes of Ryan Gosling inDrive. And you know what? Biblical deluge or shine, I’d happily do it all again next year.
So here are some tips if you’re heading to Somerset House to watch a film in the middle of the summer’s worst rain storm.
Do…
Arrive early to get a good spot. Preferably not behind the people who have built a sizable (but nevertheless impressive) tent structure out of umbrellas; all of which will fly backwards into your face when a gust of wind hits.
Don’t…
Spend £5 on sub-standard plastic ponchos from the Pound Shop in an array of slightly embarrassing colours before you arrive. Happily, the folk at Somerset House supplied us with free plastic macs complete with a “Film4” logo on the back, so everyone knew we’d spent £18 to watch a film in the rain. That being said, the poncho not only makes for a water repelling device, but a fashionable yet functional souvenir, too.
Do…
Bring booze – lots of booze – but not in cans or glass containers. In lieu of decanted Lambrini, we recommend a selection of Your Mate’s Finest Homemade Punch in an Evian bottle (ingredients: everything), several litres of ready mixed G&T and of course, a flask of coffee mixed with Baileys to warm the cockles.
Don’t…
Forget to bring an entire pack of bin liners. Wrap your pillows in them. Lay them beneath your picnic blanket. Use them as a sleeping bag. Fashion them into a hat. Wear them on your feet. Put them everywhere. Remember, when Ryan Gosling is on the screen, no one will judge you for using kitchen basics to keep dry.
Do…
Bring a huge fleecey blanket to wrap yourself in. The sofa throw will do nicely. Failing that, bring a sleeping bag. We were seriously jealous of the couple in front of us who had one, slightly less so when they wrung it out at the end and expelled an entire cloud’s worth of rain onto the floor. But that’s where the bin bags come in. See? Always thinking.
Don’t…
Whinge and go home mid-way, or not turn up at all because of the weather. Trust me – the films will be excellent. The company will be better still. There are hand dryers in the loos if you get really wet. But you will have fun, watch films in an entirely beautiful surroundings of Somerset House, get a bit drunk, and almost certainly end up adding the experience to the list of things to do in the summer* in London.
*where summer means inevitable rain.
If you’re going this year and want more tips, take a look at my guide on what to bring to Somerset House.
Did you go? Did you get rained on? Tell me all your thoughts. It may be tipping it down, but we can still bask in the warm rays of collective enjoyment.