Jennifer Funnell

I deleted my last blog post cause it didn’t really sound like me. Though I love morning TV, so I might add that in again at the end of this one.

I just saw a really wonderful piece of theatre, the second half of the Forsyte saga at the park theatre. I cried all that way home and had to call dad. Walking home, these people at our local trattoria started shouting to one another then noticed I was crying and apologised which made me laugh a bit though. 

Why was no one else crying? The demographic wasn’t really giving 20 year old girls so maybe that’s why, maybe the older generation got a happier message from it? (did they have foresight? ahaa)

This whole experience gave me a realisation, I haven’t had one in ages!

It’s like when you finally notice the floaters in your eyes, or that you haven’t had any water all day. I’ve noticed something I think I forgot. I’ve decided not to talk about it here cause I swore literally two hours ago that I’d start being more mysterious and just keep it private. I voice memoed my realisation so if you can steal my phone then go ahead 🙂

We’re told be kind by our parents and by our teachers but I think in the city, and in the youth and the grind and the struggle for all these things.. kindness might easily be forgotten. An old couple spoke to me so kindly tonight. It made me think about the last time I’d smiled truly at a stranger, who’s just sharing a space with me. 

I like the fact that people can sing and cry and write on public transport here. I walked home just now but this morning I heard this woman singing this tune I knew from a Fatboy slim track and her voice was actually one of the most beautiful things. The city is so individual and we’re told to put ourselves and our loved ones first but there’s also all the others living parallel to us who I just think I haven’t noticed as much as I should have. 

Anyway, please go watch these plays if you’re near London they’re absolutely fab.

Guess what I learnt semi recently? The Voidz has the same guy from the Strokes…

Love their new album btw, I think a lot of people have hated on it but I love it

Thanks for reading, 

And I apologise for my other post if you read it I’ve been thinking about it all day and it didn’t sound like me!!!!!!

Jenny

Thoughts on MORNING TV

3rd July 2024

it’s a relaxed summer, I’ve just watched morning live tv. 

I was just about to switch my tv to Netflix, though I had nothing in mind to watch, when the bbc 1 morning live caught my ears and eyes and I whimmed to stay on the channel captivated by a man who looked like Olly Murs talk about chickens. 

I’m admitting this here, morning tv has caught my heart. 

Morning tv, from my experience, celebrates the normal. This handsome guy was talking about chickens and how you can’t prepare food for them in your kitchen unless you are a fully vegan household… and he made it bloody intriguing!!!!

Then, suddenly the most inspiring man came on as a guest. He was a radio host who’d survived two strokes, learnt how to speak again with a singing teacher, and is now hosting pick of the pops on saturday at 1. (Why is morning tv so inspiring?)

Maybe I’ve found my true calling? Maybe I shouldn’t be an artist but instead someone who appears on morning tv? Perhaps even, we should make a peach seedz morning show. I’d fill it with little mini infographics on orchard care, CD collection, horoscopes and gin making. 

I’m resolving from now on to not forget about the wonders of morning tv. Though it’s almost made to linger as background noise, an accompaniment to frying your eggs or brewing your tea. I think I’ll choose, when I have nothing to do, to give the morning live show with its smiling hosts a little appreciation.