In which we consider the urinary function of Eagles fans.
In which we argue for the establishment of a new trade union.
In which we discover the benefits of being not quite in the moment.
In which we lark about up the hospital and celebrate the Jubilee.
Until recently, I’ve always imagined that Bad, by sinister pop star Michael Jackson, is what's playing in my dog’s mind when he puts his head out of the car window on a sunny day. While I still believe this, I also now also associate it with vital surgery conducted under local anaesthetic as, at the … Continue reading Getting Things From Cupboards