For dinner I had some leftover Quorn biryani my Mum made. My soon to be ex-landlord, who is hogging the shared kitchen as always, spots me with the container of our family national dish, and confides in me that biryani is his favourite. He puts prunes in his one. Go figure.
A peculiar mishmash of moving images, including the boy Chunk from The Goonies doing his characteristic ‘truffle shuffle’, a suited gentleman spinning a vinyl record, a dancing Pikachu and a stick man on the toilet contemplating whether to end it all.