I took up driving late (I was 26 when I passed my test) and have spent my whole driving life in the world of satnav and GPS. And thank goodness because without it, having no sense of direction whatsoever, I[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I think I wrote at length about Shelley’s relationship with Bruno a few weeks ago. But it’s a long road from here to there.
As an adult. I’ve never seen the same doctor twice. This speaks to infrequent attendance, but also lends a certain hesitancy to presenting symptoms, as it is always a “first date” and as an inveterate people-pleaser, the last thing I[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Last time I made reference to “Dame David Bowie” was about 15 years ago and someone got really upset, like, properly upset. But when I was a youth, Bowie was always referred to as “The Dame”, which means I must[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Thank goodness we don’t still have to punch cards with our hole punch every time we want to save a Word document.
I think I learned that Groucho Marx’s eyebrows and moustache were painted on from the “issue zero” special of Dave Sim’s Cerebus. I write this apropos of nothing. Dave Sim seems to have a lot of problems. But I went[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I used to like the IT centre. All those computers, so beige, so hot. I bought my first PC in the autumn of 1997. £1499.00. P166 MMX, 16MB of RAM, 15 inch monitor which was extremely luxurious. 3.2GB hard drive[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Something’s always missing when you improvise. That’s the excitement. And your downfall. UPDATE: apparently some readers don’t understand the consistency of British casserole.
I wonder if calling “dibs” predates spoken language, or if the contravention of dibs prior to the existence of the word “dibs” simply meant that someone got their head stove in with a rock.
