A few weeks ago in the observer there was this interview with the woman who writes those Charlie and Lola books. The books seem nice and funny, and so does she. I've never looked at any of them, but apparently one of the main things in them is that the little sister, Lola, has an imaginary best friend called Soren Lorenson. The writer of the article referred to him (the imaginary best friend) as "the can-carrying Soren Lorenson", which I just LOVED. I don't know what it is about it. There was an article this morning about Phillip Larkin's letters to his bizarre girlfriend, referred to as "the cricket-loving Monica Jones". "The can-carrying Monica Jones". What is it what is it why do I love it so MUCH.

It's something about them being defined by this slightly odd activity. That Soren Lorenson article was in the paper about three weeks ago, and it's been stuck in my head ever since, really. What I am thinking about when I am thinking about nothing is "the can-carrying Soren Lorenson". It's not necessarily easy or fun or Worthy or anything to try and work out why stuff gets stuck in your head, especially when the answer is inescapably "because you are a bit strange". But it doesn't matter, because walking around the house thinking "the cricket-loving Monica Jones" over and over and LAUGHING makes it worth it.