Tag Archives: friends

Growing up

Just what exactly are you supposed to do with your own milkteeth? Throw them away? Bury them? Wear them on a chain? Cook with them? Continue reading

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Census day at Dalrymple Towers

Despite having interviewed a number of candidates, no single applicant has yet been persuaded to stay overnight at Dalrymple Towers. The lines remain open until midnight, people. Continue reading

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oh dear

In which I make many fails. Continue reading

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Scrubs Up Well

Washing-up bowls are for weirdos. Continue reading

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Update From The Flat That Time Forgot

Earlier this year, I foolishly made a number of public resolutions. By my reckoning, I’ve achieved seven out of the twelve, and made at least tentative steps towards the remaining five. I’ll let you decide which ones they are. Continue reading

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What’s my motivation?

This journey of self-discovery prompted the realisation that my primary motivation, for pretty much everything, is fear. Continue reading

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Je vais à Paris en vacances

Tomorrow Jo and I are off to Paris’s Rock En Seine for a weekend of electropop, vin rouge, and, it would seem, mud. Yes, even in Paris – centre of art, glamour, and a certain je ne said quoi – it’s pissing with rain. Continue reading

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