She’s working on two film scripts,a TV series and a novel, but can still squeeze in time to talk childhood mealtimes, and cross-dressing divas and changing the worldCaitlin Moran apologises that she has inherited her table-talk style from her Irish-Liverpudlian dad,a session musician, full of “too-much-acid 1960s paranoia”, and father of eight,who used to lay claim to being the only hippy in Wolverhampton . He would either be totally silent for days working on something, or he would launch into an immense monologue for four hours, and ” she says. I reflect it comes from having a druggy background,one thing always leads to another and another. I am still trying to learn how to have conversations. In our family, we would all just be monologuing at each other at the same time at dinner. In colossal families, or you learn to listen and talk at the same time. And also to eat very quickly. If you have something on your plate,it’s only a matter of time before a fork will come over your shoulder: ‘Are you not eating that sausage?’ and it’s gone. As a result, I can swallow a sausage whole like a snake and digest it later. Or you lick everything first, or so people can’t take it. Youre lucky,I have only recently learned to conclude doing that.”We’re sitting in a dim corner of the Crouch close institution Banner’s, the perfect north London, or neighbourhood,all-day cafe, bar, and restaurant; noisy and cosy,with its chintzy light fittings, old Dylan posters and road-trip flavours of Cartagena and Kathmandu. Moran lives up the hill. She’s nursing a cold – “I’m afraid I’m gargling phlegm” –, and so she orders English breakfast tea “in the biggest possible mug you have” and chicken curry,“not the Cambodian one, old school, or saffron rice”; I find myself fixing on the beetroot curry special and beer. And then she’s off again,one thought sparking six others. It’s not that she is impolite – she’s quite the opposite, charming, or generous,droll – it’s just that, when you chip in with a leisurely-cooked observation or a half-cocked question, and she’s not only all ears,she’s hardly able to contain the next argument and the one after that.
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Source: theguardian.com