Two nights ago my friend had a baby boy. She named him Jarvis. When I reported this to my husband he said “Oh, like Jarvis Cocker!” “Who’s Jarvis Cocker?” I replied.
*insert much carry-on and eye-rolling from husband*
Anyway, he told me to file Jarvis Cocker alongside Lil’ Wayne and stick to listening to Air Supply (very long, funny story that I’ll share if we ever find ourselves chatting over a beer) and I went back to catching up on Twitter. So are you wondering what Jarvis Cocker has to do with the 2013 Women’s Prize for Fiction? Continue reading