Moths
I'm not the sort of person who wears a suit. Much like the readers of this site, I'm the sort...
I'm not the sort of person who wears a suit. Much like the readers of this site, I'm the sort...
I hate painting. I hate it with a passion normally reserved for Brussels sprouts and Enya albums. I hate it...
As the economy goes up, our collective IQ seems to go down in a bizarre see-saw way that might well...
My dog is no saint. I know this. That's why I call it the Hound of Satan. My dog has...
Who knew this bullshit would last ten years? Not me, that's for sure. Ten years of insane guff. Ten years...
We were well-established in our pub of choice watching Ireland salvage a tiny shred of dignity by beating Italy when...
My poor old Auntie departed from us in recent weeks, leaving all who knew her bereft and distraught. We loved our...
Given the choice between a good man and a saint, I'll take the good man any day of the week,...
It might surprise some people to see an atheist like me wishing them happy Christmas, but why wouldn't I? Isn't...
Since the Hound of Satan is no longer able to chew the postman, he's settled for chewing the post instead....