I’m getting old. And I don’t care. I’m not going out with Sarge anymore. Because we’re too busy staying in. I can’t remember the last time I went to a club. These days, the highlight of my Friday night is a new episode of Come Dine With Me. And that’s OK. Take this weekend for example. For about five minutes, Sarge and I thought we’d make our own wedding invitations. We got a penguin stamp and a butterfly stamp and…
I’ve spent the last few days seeking out stuff to make me happy. I thought I’d share what I’ve come up with. 1. Searching for ‘Groovy Wedding Invitations’ on Google. Because, well, I’m getting married. 2. Reading. And reading this. 3. The Penguin Fort 4. Cheese Doritos. Sarge hates having them around. Therefore, I must eat them. For the good of my relationship, you understand. 5. Twisted logic. See (4) 6. This video. Although I have to say, our…
I spent much of my first year at University pulling all-nighters with my friends. We would raid the vending machine down the hall, try to stuff each other into the washing-machines and make plans to go bungee-jumping. I also had them draw me a hideously clichéd tattoo. Of course. Some more time was spent figuring out how I might get inked without actually climbing the walls. The Plan involved getting drunk and stoned. What was the plan? Anyway, my point…
I am in the midst of sorting out books to give away/sell. As someone who actively hoards books, this is painful. But also a good thing. I want more space, less clutter. Fewer boxes to cart out when we move. Somewhere in my mission, I found this: I’m posting the above as proof, and for posterity. What should I do with it? And if you had an empty shelf, what would you do with it? …
