Archive for January, 2010

How can you tell when you’re turning into a 1970s Latin-American dictator? Is it when the only solution to a minor irritation is murder? Because in that case, just call me Evita. I haven’t actually killed anything yet, and I probably never will. Not like my friend who emailed only yesterday to say that he […]


Maths is great but doesn’t really apply to real life. If it did, eating 16 doughnuts would make you feel 16 times greater than just eating one. And take it from me, it won’t.


It turns out that Granny was right after all. It’s taken me more than two decades to see it, but I doff my hat to her. The story starts back when I was at primary school and of course young, though I couldn’t with justice ever say small. Calling someone fat was considered rude even […]