This week on the podcast: Les Revenants

Things have been returning to me lately. And it's made we think about when things returning is good, and when things returning is not so good. This week on the podcast: returned things.

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Claire found my nice raincoat under a pile of stuff at her flat. I lost it in 2009, long before she moved there. Its a good raincoat. My parents bought it. Its gore tex, and it wasn't cheap. I'm glad I never told my parents I lost it. Since then I have acquired and lost two raincoats, one of which just turned up out of nowhere in the first place. Raincoats are like wizards, they come and go as they please. The fact my good raincoat turned up means, in a way, that it was never really lost at all. Just misplaced. Like the sign in I saw in the nurse's office on Monday: 'everything will be alright in the end. If its not alright, its not the end'. 

Found some notes in the pocket, from the show Binge was making at the time. I hope they weren't important.

My ipod touch had been missing since two years ago, during a big storm about this time of year. It was a terrifyingly windy night, and I had to go to rehearsal at anvil house. I figured I had lost it in all the running around, that it was gone with the wind. Yesterday I reached behind me to look for the TV remote, and there it was, in the sofa. It had been there for two years, including when the sofa was carried, upside down, up to this flat a superhuman mover guy. It's funny to pick it up again and for the ipod to behave like nothing's changed. It still knows all my favourite songs. It reminded me to go rehearsal, in 2013. But I've got new devices now, larger and more svelte. I felt a weird sadness thinking about all time I could have had my ipod touch and didn't. Lost time. Especially when you consider that time is not as kind to mobile electronic devices as it is to raincoats. What was lithe and sleek becomes squat and clunky in no time at all. The best years of my ipod's life, stuck in the folds of the sofa. It can't step back into the river of my life. I've moved on. To a Huawei.

I'm thinking this way because at our house we've been watching the French TV series Les Revenants (The Returned), from 2011. The premise of the show is that there's this village where dead people start coming back, and then try and re-enter the lives they left behind.  They are the same age they were when they died, but everyone else is older and has tried to move on. It's supernatural and suspenseful and weird, I really recommend it. It's funny though because right now there are these freaky posters around the town. This boy looks like one of the dead characters in the show. Cause dead returned children are the creepiest thing ever. Oh god.

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