The most astonishing thing about that T&T review to me (I can't remember how long ago I set it to publish, on the 10th anniversary of the actual event) is that I absolutely do not, in any way, remember, at all, that event. I don't remember the venue, and to be absolutely candid if you'd asked me if I'd ever seen Teeth and Tongue live, I would have with great certainty said unfortunately no.
For a little minute I wondered whether I did in fact write that review. But there are various aspects (i.e. annoying writerly quirks) to it that make me think well on balance yes it's almost certain I did.
So ultimately am I pleased that writing was invented, because it means that I could write down things that happened and casually forget them until my writing reminded me of them, or am I displeased, because I don't like being reminded of how bad my memory can be of things that only happened 10 years ago?
I don't fucking know!
