If we were having coffee I’d greet you with a hug and possibly a kiss on either cheek, as they do here in Germany. I’d tell you that this is the first post of Weekend Coffee Shares, an idea brewed up and served with foam and chocolate powder by Part Time Monster, and that I am excited to see how it goes.
If we were meeting at a café in town, this would be the point at which the waitress comes over and I order a large Cappuccino.
Settling into our armchairs, I’d tell you about that performance by the New York Gospel Stars I attended at Lutherkirche Solingen last night. I am not religious and I’d had an extremely busy day and got there storm-blown and drenched from that nasty, fizzy, drizzly rain that doesn’t look like much but leaves you soaked. I’d tell you that listening to Gospel brought back memories of living in Ghana with a pastor and attending his church in Achimota. How stiff the German audience seemed compared to American and Ghanaian ones I’ve witnessed, where people would have been dancing in the aisle by the third song. How much I miss Africa even though my Gap Year was 8 years ago.
I’d tell you about their opening act, Irish singer Róisín O, and how I found her music more impressive than the Gospel songs and ended up buying her debut album The Secret Life of Blue. How I ended up doing a short interview with her in English (which I shall publish soon) and she believed me to be British as we talked and she signed an autograph for me. How she made an effort to speak German to tell the audience she’s going to tour the country as a headlining act soon.
But I’d also tell you about what being a journalist means to me and how I still cannot comprehend the attack on Charlie Hebdo. How I have a lot of respect for Uderzo, who came out of retirement and drew his famous creations Astérix and Obélix bowing in tribute to the fallen and how he followed it up by drawing Astérix who sent someone flying shouting “Moi aussi je suis un Charlie!” (I am a Charlie as well!)
I’d talk about how I hope that people will realise that this was the work of extremists looking to justify their cause and that these people don’t represent what the vast majority of Muslims world-wide is like.
By this point I’d probably need another cuppa, as I count coffee as one of my major food groups. Once my Latte Macchiato arrives (and you sense that I like my coffee milky-creamy) I’d switch to lighter subjects.
I’d tell you how excited I am to finally have a fridge again after my old one gave up the fight in early November but I couldn’t afford to replace it until now. How I celebrated by going shopping and buying perishables. It’s sad, I know, but this is my life. Welcome to it, by the way.
I’d tell you how it thrills me to be able to finally announce that I will be reviewing TV shows X-Files, Buffy and Angel on Emily Ecrivaine Reviews from now on. I grew up watching the X-Files (back then I only knew it as Akte X) and my gran recorded every episode for me on VHS, although she managed to tape over a few in the process. How my VHS that had one of my favourites at the time on it, sixth season episode Triangle, fell behind the cupboard in my old room at my parents’ flat and was never seen again (because the furniture is bolted in place and can’t be moved).
I’d tell you about me writing Angel fanfiction in Year 8, my first creative attempt to write a novel in English, back before I knew fanfiction was called fanfiction. How as a teen I loved Buffy as it had such a strong female lead, and how I, along with thousands of other girls, swooned over Angel and Spike, as pubescent teens did in the year 2000.
We’d probably also talk about Sherlock; that filming for series 4 started this week and that I hope the writing returns to Series 1 and 2 standards. We’d swap theories of who dies how next and whether anyone else on the show faked their death as well. I’d tell you I’m not surprised at the news that Benedict Cumberbatch will be a dad because I had an inkling that might be the case after he changed his official relationship status within 2 months from “in a relationship” to “engaged.” I’d tell you how I can’t wait to see Benedict live as Hamlet later this year in London and how I’m currently scouring the internet for more films and shows with Rupert Graves in them, as well as waiting for Martin Freeman’s latest film The Eichmann Show to air on January 20.
If all this TV talk hasn’t put you off, I’d tell you how hard I find it to study by distance learning. I recently realised that although I have lived alone before (as in: moved out of my parents’ flat into student accommodation, then a shared house and then stayed in the house but only shared with my ex before returning to my very own flat in Germany), I’d always either had house mates or course mates to provide background noise and keep me on track. I miss that a lot. I constantly pull overtime at work, and that stresses me to no end as it plays havoc with my carefully drafted study schedules. How late and all-nighters are the norm; how I learned to function on 4 hours of sleep per night and how I really need to get back to it in order to finish a paper on time.
This coffee break with you has been a much needed sanity break for me. I didn’t have to think about deadlines and the APA style for a while, and I got some coffee in the process which is always a good result for me.
People always seem surprised by how much I can talk when I want to. They’d already know if they only cared to listen now and then.
Part Time Monster started it all. If you follow the link and scroll down to the blue box (unfortunately not a TARDIS, though I live in hope), you’ll find the other Weekend Coffee Sharers.