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→ April 1, 2011
Those most gentlemanly and ladylike certainly never drink to the point of oblivion, but sometimes that alter-ego that has been repressed beneath impeccable grooming and upstanding decorum occasionally makes a bolt for it and rears its ugly head, breaking into a nudie-run across lines of sanity and common decency. Mine is named One Shoe Dan. One [...]
→ February 28, 2011
The mere concept of a bottle stopper suggests that something is left inside the bottle in order to necessitate its existence. Often in my household there is a nary a drop to protect from evaporation save for a bottle of the devil’s poison—Polish gooseberry fortified liqueur—left over by a kraut with a death wish. The good [...]
→ January 11, 2011
When I was a lot younger I recall picking up a greeting card in a newsagency with an image of a bare-buttocked man wearing an apron, washing the dishes at the kitchen sink. Several years on, the punchline escapes me, but I’m sure the puerile humour, the early-Nineties styling and four-colour print process remain the [...]
→ January 10, 2011
If you’re anything like me, you’ll find that your sleep patterns are dictated by the moon. That big old hunk of rock in the sky and its gravitational pull has the ability to instill madness and ensure that the emergency rooms of hospitals are never short of a patient come a full moon. Someone in [...]
